06.09.2025

I see your hands shake and it reminds me

so much of your father that the revelation

of you growing old slams into me like a

brick, stealing my breath for a second

I look at you and am consumed by a loss

not yet experienced – but I know how

fragile life is, how fast things can change,

and how could I ever stand to lose you

I know things haven't always been easy

but we have become better, haven't we?

We've found ways to be family and I just

can't bear the thought of that falling apart