My brilliant Zaida, James Rosen, sent me the accompanying portrait today, on the three month birthdays of my twin, feral kitten boys. The kittens overcame my life and heart oscillating neediness and constant freeness, and in the opposite expression, my grandfather has brought consistent care and careful insight. The many routes and detours end at the same destination.
Love gives hope and joy. A certainty is all that we love will disappear.
Love arrives as quick as love’s inevitable disappearance and absence. Unexpected and unfinished, this yank and release anchors us to move to the future we already know will hurt. But we also know the end is never quite the end.