We didn't know. What to see, what to do, what to expect. When to show up for dinner. If we should show up to dinner. We stayed inside. I had a cough. We stayed inside a gain. Turns out it was just a simple cough. We grieved, and we mourned. When we thought we were done, we found ourselves mourning again. We were angry. We are angry. I've never felt closer to candlelight. I've never craved nature so desperately. Outside my door felt unattainable. Then we ate, then we celebrated a new year of life. And mine. And hers. I haven't hugged my mother in nearly 8 months. I haven't kissed her cheek in 8 months. Summer passed so quickly. There was never enough time. Never enough. I don't know where time has gone. I don't know where we've been.
But we are all breathing, we are still here. That is enough.
