A friend sent me this hug for my birthday.
The loss of my beloved nephew to murder colors my birthdays now .
I received the horrible news in what I assumed would be the first celebration phone call of the day 3 birthdays ago.
I woke from a dream about him this morning.
I heard his voice.
I touched his cheek.
I really, really needed this hug.
Thank you dear friend.
Went to watch seals and birds and fishing boats today in this place the family last gathered in full numbers to celebrate.
Cold and wet and quiet today
Quiet enough to hear that boy’s laugh across the years since he stood there with me last.