Perhaps people don’t share grief unless invited. Yes, I believe that’s true, Priscilla. Trying to absorb the catharsis of grief is a powerful thing. I’m the one who forget to tell him about your eyes. My tears have melted into yours for a long time now, but first I felt the joy of witnessing your love for each other.

You are your poems. I love your grace as you write to heal your pain. On every page your heart, soul, spirit, and courage wrap around your poetry. Even in your deepest sadness, (October 12, 2022), you wrote a poem of gratitude. Your words captured the beautiful synchronicities of death often felt by those well-loved, but seldom recognized.

Solitary Light walks your readers through your journey of loss, but also your healing and discovery of new life. Thank you for inviting us.