Distance

There is a separateness that comes with being this far away from home. A sadness, really, made more aware to me this evening by a quietly embracing fog that is breaching the Roman wall that surrounds the town centre. Somehow I know this fog as my own as it follows me into my empty flat.

This morning I learned that my Uncle Carl passed away earlier in the week. He was always good to me and my siblings, my family. Immediately I recall and miss his humor.

Tonight I will open my windows and invite the fog into this space, trusting that it extends as a mourning blanket to my Aunt, my cousin, and the rest of my family gathering in Lockport.

May his soul and the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.