today my momma, papa, and me carried a hand-plucked bouquet of violets, viburnum, and dogwood branches to the place where my nana is at but is not really at.
we all had a good cry.
today is one year.
i am listening to this song and thinking about how wonderful it is to grieve with others.
today we were not one standing before my nana's grave shedding tears for a woman that was so dear, is so dear. we were voices three, singing together in harmony,
grieving for our nana, our mother, and our lover.
sometimes i'm surprised by nights that are hard.
and then i remember that i shouldn't be surprised.