today is the one year anniversary of nh's devastating ice storm. tomorrow it will be one year since john died. last year i spent this evening in our living room, sitting in the big leather office chair next to his hospital bed. holding his hand, in the darkness. my daughter close by on the sofa.
we couldn't light candles because of the oxygen...john's cadillac of a hospitable bed deflated with no power. he assured me he was "o.k.". i didn't sleep much that night and the next day still no power...by 7pm under the light of the full moon he left this earth and was on to his next journey.
...for weeks it felt like my world stopped and i couldn't understand why everyone else's world continued...
a year has passed. 12 full moons. i miss him everyday...but cry less often. i know he is watching me and i hear him say "good job, grasshopper"
~John Zentner ~