When you are away…

I just learned my good friend died. I am saddened and sorry. The distance of thousands of miles leaves no route to offer any comfort to her family. It illuminates the solitary side of grief. I trust in my home’s strong community to offer support. I will continue to hold our friendship.

All week I have been working on a translation, part of a Neruda poem I had never seen before buying the collection at his home La Sebastiana, Valparaiso last week. I wanted to offer it here for Toby but it is not ready. I am not ready.

I am remembering to treasure each day, every loved one, as best I can. This is what I know; somehow we are both fleeting and enduring.