this morning

I woke up thinking about your family... and about the fact that I haven't been able to get a card... or figure out what to write.

I thought of sending some of your writing, but I don't know what to send. I don't know what you would have them read.

It's still fresh too... I don't know what they're in a place to handle. I don't know what I'm in a place to handle.

I want to do the right thing by you. I don't want to "dishonor" your memory. I don't know if you would have felt comfortable sharing a lot of what you wrote with your various family members.


Maybe I'll just give it some more time.

Maybe in time I'll know more what to do.