Angela Kelsey

thank you

“absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird”
—The Time Traveler’s Wife.

Thank you Griselda for this dark bird.

Thank you Amy for the book that found its way to the top of the stack at just the right time and for this sonnet by Wordsorth:

Surprised by joy – impatient as the wind

Surprised by joy – impatient as the wind
I turned to share the transport – Oh! With whom
But thee, long buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind –
But how could I forget thee? – Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss? – That thought’s return
Was the worse pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

Thank you Crescent Dragonwagon for sharing your post about Beanblossom,  reminding me that there will be a long view and I must waste nothing.

Thank you Elizabeth and Paula and Marjory  and Bridget for friendship via comment and tweet.

Thank you Alana and Judith for showing me how to blog grief.

Thank you Julie and Bindu for phone and text support.

Thank you friends and family who would prefer not to be blogged about.

Thank you Jeanne for all of the above and more.