It has only been a year.
I knew her for a year.
She unlocked my life, long enough to extract ten stories
From 1948, from Coleridge, Nebraska,
Where my father took his own life
And sealed those memories in the shadow
That was my life.
We found each other only one year ago,
We discovered a common history, she knew she had Ovarian Cancer and that it was terminal,
She had known it for years
She shared her bravery and grace with me for one year of my life,
And that changed everything.
Now I am a writer.
Now I share my stories with others.
I have lost my connection to Coleridge and a dark part of my youth,
But not before shining a bright light on those memories that were wonderful,
Those memories not tarnished by my father,
And my heart came to life.
Thank you Verlyne.
God bless and keep you and let his face shine upon you now.
I love you and am a better person for it.