
Holidays for the Aching
I’m still waiting for a holiday to roll around that doesn’t make my heart ache. I thought it might be this one but I woke up this morning to that old familiar ache, the one that makes me want to pull the covered over my head and only emerge when the holiday is over, the kind of ache that feels like searching, yearning, for what was and will never be again.
I miss the shared language of my Beloveds and the way they anchored me to this world, shaping who I am.







