Weeping Season

The weeping season begins with a text from Jesse, Gidi’s Mama.
’the grief flu’ has descended upon her.
’It’s so much more twisted than you can imagine’ she writes.
It is both a warning and a confirmation as THAT date draws near.

As I read… my tears leak through and cascade forth, sloppy and unregulated.
The sluice is broken.

I’m on a plane heading back, a sweet movie in front of me, and my 91 year old Mother, now as I travel, further and further, behind me. I miss her already.
There is always someone missing.
My families are a continent apart and Luke is with neither of them.

Tears spill, at speed, flowing over the edge of my eyes, unformed, like waterfalls, flooding.

They’ve not stopped for 3 hours.
How can there be so much sorrow within me, still?