October 9, 2007
I am deeply loved.
My brothers. My sisters. My dear sweet mother. Had I not known it before -- I did know it before, but if I hadn't -- they proved it, in the biggest ways possible, when I died. They showed up. They kept showing up.
They keep showing up.
Kelly. Her love is sure, there's no doubt -- this woman loves me. No matter the foolishnesses I bring. She shows up.
I am loved in my world. People important to me know my love. I know theirs. They show up.
I show up for them, best I can.
I am lucky.