A little red Ducati zooms into the driveway, an unexpected but very welcome guest at our dinner table tonight. Change of menu; salmon must wait, for what better to serve our friend Gus, and what better diner for the freshly homemade ravioli.
Almost five years it’s been since we lost our dear Chris and it strikes me that for the first time in five years I do not have the comforting jangle of sterling bracelets on my right arm. Having taken them off for a surgical procedure, I have yet to put all rings and such back in place on my body; on my heart they’re engraved and unremovable.
Am I losing that need for the physical?
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