These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence:
the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost,
but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone.
And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body
that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future.
The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
Posted July 25, 2011 at 12:24am
