Although my brother and I moonwalked together this weekend, comparing knee pops and snake arms to make our lovers laugh, I guess I'm grieving too.
Photos of my deceased father-in-law are everywhere. My sister-in-law and I bonded over tears on the phone. We've talked more in the last few days than in all my years of knowing her, and for once, I am beginning to love her like a sister.
Every funeral brings back memories of previous loss, including my selfish inability to accept that my mother's mental condition will never get better and I can't even properly say goodbye.
But we can handle a little darkness. We are countesses. And we are made of fire.
11:45 a.m. - 2009-07-07