Eight years ago is when we started to face that we were going to lose Oma for good.
Remember how powerful your words are.
So I didn’t blog about Transgender Day of Remembrance today. It was my Cill shift; I kept my candle burning past sunset, and it burns still. I have no words. I sit in silence. As on Samhain, the candle burns on my altar, and I remember the dead. Memoralizing — 2013