There is a creature knowing in us.
When one of our pack falters, we know.
Across miles
Across vast distances created by hard words
Through ancient woundings
We know, and we gather.

To say farewell
And to grieve.


I have no words.

I keep coming to The Scrib...but I cannot yet find my way in to the healing of the word river.

On Saturday, June 6, I fell down. I was so tired and I began to sob, the heaving sobs of no breath. I kept saying, "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do."

But also grief.
Bone deep grief and a knowing I refused to accept and tried to bury under binge watching episodes of Lie To Me (and yes, seeing this today, makes me smile just a little).

A few hours later, I got a call from the Raggedy Man that my lovely Sister in Law, V, had arrived in town. Unannounced. She just got "a feeling" and knew she needed to come and see her mother.

On Sunday, Isabel began to feel "a twinge" in her ribs. A new pain, after months of days when she replied to my, "So, how are you feeling this morning?" With a sigh or a chuckle and the phrase, "No roaring hell."

On Monday, V and the Raggedy Man took her up to the clinic to see her doctor. She was admitted to hospital.

Isabel left us on Friday, June 12, at 5:10 PM
Her last word was, "Wow."

I don't know the history of where she first heard this song, but it was a favourite.  She liked to listen to it out on the screened-in porch, at camp.  It always made her smile.

This one's for you, Isabel.

Go easy ~p