Mount Everest

I am here.

The house is quiet.  Gideon is off to school and Jack is gone until the afternoon. The stillness finds me. Grief walks in, “I see we have time…”

I sit down to write.  Kate is waiting for me to respond to her questions, “How are you doing? How are you processing it all?’ The questions just hang there.

I feel the tide of emotion pull back the waters to swel…