Raise your broken glass.
I am in this moment.
The wine glass broke at the very end of the potluck – the kiwis call it “bring a plate” – and it was my own carelessness – while doing the dishes – that tipped it over. The last guests laughed and cheered and yelled Susi’s name.
I raise this glass to Susi, to Lee, to Katherine. Pillars of my life.
I lost them all within six days.
“The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to.”
Nor would you want to
To all of them.
Kua hinga he totara i te wao nui a Tane.
So much love to you all,
And all you’ve lost.