Very deep piece. I personally have many more joyous moments with the soul of my departed than I do grieving ones, yet the intensity of the less frequent grieving moments is pretty equal to the amalgam of the joyous moments, and my pain pockets will never empty, but they do drain every day and fill with Light. Yesterday was the one year mark, and i thought I would be a basket case, but the four hours I spent laying with her in the cemetery on a cloudless mid 50'sF day were glorious. i didn't want to leave. https://medium.com/paper-poetry/toasting-lindsey-with-tankas-f738272aed7c.