This sunrise came&went- fleeting like so many others. It was one where Scott was holding me tight, looking out our bedroom window- grief-stricken, numb&talking to Tommy in the sky. The night before we had held our baby until his last sweet, soft breath. Fucked up stuff. But we had been enraptured by something more, too.
I know sunrises in cow bay. I've seen thousands of them. I've painted sunrises in cow bay. But this sunrise, this sunrise was an expansion of love. I always thought unconditional love was loving no matter what-whatever- that's the petty stuff. Now, I understood that the 'unconditional' part involved loving my baby boy-forever- even through his physical absence. I surrender to all. Love continues.