That Look

Day 1226.

A friend sent me some photos today.

Photos of me and my sister. They were taken 2 months before Luke died.

At first I was struck by how happy I looked and how that particular look has never appeared since. I am just happy, no veil of sadness, no white knuckled hanging on.

The second photo was of me and George.

George is looking straight to camera and I am simply smiling and gazing at him, my love is visible.

There’s a similar photo of me and Luke, taken at another wedding 4 years earlier. It’s the same. My gaze is on Luke, a gaze full of love. The threads that join us are palpable.

Every day those threads are there, in life with George, in death with Luke, I feel them constantly.