So strange to go to sleep blissfully comfortable, and waken in the same position, but with a pounding headache and a pain in the neck---literally.
I went through the things I had to do today, pain and all.
It came back.
The weeks seem to be flying by now. I remember my mother musing that no sooner was shabbos over than it was again time to prepare for shabbos. Now I understand what she meant.
I am missing her all over again. These periods of intense longing for those who have gone---my beloved, my mother, my good friend Marsha---come and go according to their own mysterious tides.
Sometimes it comes as a light, wistful mist; sometimes an engulfing wave.
I would not be without this tide---the degree to which I have loved has determined the intensity with which I miss the beloved....And I would not have missed loving like that for the world.