I’ve come to complain about the cold, and my history with cold, and all of the cold places I’ve lived in, and how I never knew of a temperate climate emotionally, and only recently physically, and how now, in the one mild clime I have come to count on, I have been betrayed by cold—a ghastly, impossible cold that has come to squat here, a colossal frigid hobgoblin crouched in my gentle-weathered city, mocking me with its immovability.
I landed here from Dave Bonta's blog. Your writing brought me here; I had to follow it to read the whole thing. I'm so sorry for your loss, and a little in awe of your ability to write so beautifully about it. Because I went to high school with some McHenrys and you referenced ferries, I googled your mother's obituary to see if you are a relative of the girl I once knew in Burien (Kelly). Not sure if you are or not, but this still feels like a small world in the big, wide one kind of thing.
I landed here from Dave Bonta's blog. Your writing brought me here; I had to follow it to read the whole thing. I'm so sorry for your loss, and a little in awe of your ability to write so beautifully about it. Because I went to high school with some McHenrys and you referenced ferries, I googled your mother's obituary to see if you are a relative of the girl I once knew in Burien (Kelly). Not sure if you are or not, but this still feels like a small world in the big, wide one kind of thing.
Thank you for sharing this tribute to your mother.
💚. Beautifully written.
I wish you strength and warmth, my dear friend.