Words are my prayers, my way of connecting with Bette and I offer them up to her.

At 1:06 AM May 23 2015 the well sealed box hit the back of my head. It took a few days to muster up the courage and see what was inside. On top of the many puzzle pieces was a paper, letter size, with the words “Only Grieve”. Not every day Am I successful in connecting a few of the pieces and the strangest thing is some days the box contains more pieces than other days. I worry about the resulting image.

Your letters, cards, e-mails and social media page Dear Bette are waiting and I’m waiting too. I don’t know when the wait will be over but I dare say it won’t be soon.

Careful when gauging the reality of Grief and thinking you’re close.

I feel like I’m in a cage and the pacing stops when I am paid a visit. The visitor’s look of commiseration is genuine but the words of sympathy are barely audible. I feel regret over the distance and with raised voice say there is nothing to fear but my words trail off as they walk away.

Love to you all