Remembering

Almost two years. The grief is dulled. That is until a special occasion occasion, or special moment in time. 

Very rarely, I still expect Richard to walk in the door. More often I feel him in the broad open expanse of our universe, the stars that have the power to pierce the city lights. 

A molecular level and on a mechanical level too, when his watch alarm beeps, (like right NOW!) Who knew?

Annika & Mima
August 2014

Annika & Mima
July 2012