It’s a slow fill, like my old coffee machine that takes longer and longer to brew a pot of coffee.

Ha. Continuing that metaphor, it takes longer and longer, but the end result is worth the wait.

Further reflection on my mother’s passing, recent, heavy milestone. I’ve bumped along and though knowing what to do, not following fully the proscribed path, bumping along with my feelings, swirled, sticky,

Surrounded by love and drops slowly filling the void, every message and conversation helps, as I’m ready, but have needed to pause many times,

The love is considerable and so very welcome and humbling, but it’s a slow fill, the void will take a long while to fill,

All that love and resource and concern, but all the same, it’s a slow fill.