Love doesn't stop

By love, bitter things become sweet; by love, pieces of copper turn into gold;
     By love, sediment becomes clear; by love, pains become healing
By love, prisons become a garden; without love, the garden becomes desolate;
     By love, stone turns into liquid; devoid of it wax gets hard as metal;
By love, illness contributes health; and pain becomes a blessing;
     By love, the dead are made living; by love, the king is made a slave.

 - Rumi

Thanksgiving 2008

Sandy with her sibs, 2010

Seven months ago, she was a few hours from death. I still can't comprehend it. I know, though, that she remains very loved, by so many people. I also know that the love flows both ways. And that's powerful.

Surrounded by friends at a bash in Seattle

In her last few days, I told her many times Love doesn't stop. I knew my love for her would continue strongly; I didn't realize how much love she'd continue to share. Nor did I realize that she was accurate when she said "We're going to miss each other so much."

At the time, I thought I'd be the one doing all the missing. But I think it's evident that she's still very invested in the lives of those she loves. I'm so grateful for that.