Valentine's Eve

Emily is sitting on the bed swaying to Sarah McLachlan on the stereo, Full Of Grace. She's wearing all red tonight for Valentine's Day, red sweater and jeans, and heart shaped earrings. When she pulled her boots off I had to laugh 'cos she's even wearing red socks. Her pony tail is tied with a red ribbon.

She's adorable and I'm blessed.

Dinner was pizza and salad and wine, really good wine. In fact, we're on our second bottle now. It makes her very silly, right now she's singing to Skunk, who's lying in her lap looking utterly relaxed. She's got that smile on her face....

What a sweet way to spend a winter evening!

Obituary

He died in the arms of Love. It was a place where he'd never lived, but he was allowed to die there. They built him a marble tomb, but it was cold so his soul spent all its time down by the river, watching the sun dancing on the waves and wondering how he'd got it all so wrong. Just another ghost haunting Love, looking sad eyed through her window when her candles were lit. Did she ever see his face, on the other side of the moonlit glass? Not very likely.

He died of the quiet, and because things went on just the way they were til it seemed like forever would never get here. He died from eating dinner alone in the dark, in front of the tv. He died from his own lonely touch, hoping for some kind of communion. He died because February wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he tried.

And now he sits by the river with the other ghosts, hoping one of them will look back when he looks her way. At least it's something to hope for.