Remembering

Some days are meant for remembering
I awoke late this morning
after a restless night's sleep
a glance at my Facebook wall
revealed a two-year-old picture
my mom had shared
of our family with Jason
at the Cascade Aids walk.
A little while later
my daughter shared
a pic of she and Jason
from the same day,
one I'd included in the book.
A few hours later
Elle Newlands shared her version
of Leonard Cohen's, Hallelujah
a song Jason included
two versions of
in his final playlist,
the one he started as he
prepared to end his life
Such a tender version
bringing a stream of tears.
Publishing a book
doesn't mean the grief ends
Simply means I've taken a step.

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Poetry

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