Today is Melissa's birthday. She would have been 44 years old.
I miss her every day. I think about her every day. I try not to spend time regretting the wasted years, regretting that we didn't make better use of the time we had... we did the best we could, just like everyone does.
But I miss her so much. Sometimes it just fills my heart up and there's no room for anything but the hurt.
Anyway, she loved this song. She liked when I played it on the flute, or sang it for her. This is about all I can manage today.
Chitchat and the occasional in-depth analysis about fiber, knitting, spinning, crochet, cooking, feminism, self-image, and a modicum of personal blathering.