The late morning sun begins to fill the air; I go through my morning routines- stuck in a life that continues on.

The wind, the passing cars, the baby crying from the nearby open window . . . the new life festers around me as each of its manifestations beckon me to move on, to take joy in this continuing Creation.

But I cling to my pain; I cling to the life that has passed from me, for that is all I have left. When I let go of the pain, when I let this new life around me in, I lose him for good.

He shows himself in all those empty spaces around and within me where he is meant to be. And although the pain is difficult to bear, what is more unbearable is letting those spaces begin to fill.

a boy and his dog