Archer's best friend lost his mother over the weekend. We found out yesterday. She was very sick so her tragic passing wasn't a total shock but it's still horrible and difficult and confusing and everything feels especially quiet today, despite the noise. Everything feels quiet and fragile and lucky. Everyone that I love most in the world is here, breathing. They are here and I am here and our chests are moving. We are here, inhale. We are here, exhale.
Today we are here.
..."We should live until we die."
..."We should live until we die."
119. The Gambler by: Fun via Ashley (thanks, Ashley.)
We're mourning the passing of Maurice Sendak here as well. His books were some of my first hiding places, specifically Outside Over There. My friend Rebecca sent me the link to this NPR interview several months back and it's especially poignant today. "I have nothing now but praise for my life... I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I'm die but I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready."
To wild things and living until we die.
GGC
