Hey everybody - Andree here.
It's been nine years today since E took off for the other shore. I don't know about you guys, but I still miss him in a very immediate fashion - that is, I keep wanting to tell him things, show him things.
He's a little farther away than a phone call now. But I call on his presence often when I have something I want to share with him. In fact, yesterday I ran away to Seattle to visit the Henry Art Gallery. There I stopped a while in the Skyspace by James Turrell, on a quiet overcast day, faced with the infinite possibilities of the life remaining and the life to come.
I felt E very near.
As if - if I were to squint sideways - he'd be spacebombing me just like in the photo.
It is a desperate hurt to have lost him. But the remedy to it lies in all of us. We bear it together, and we continue to soothe and enjoy the mess and the wonder of our lives together here. And we keep before our eyes the fine adventures yet to had, when we pile into another house very far indeed from here, and hear E's voice say "Hey."
