Tomorrow will be a full moon, the Sturgeon moon.
I have spent the day going through all the paper remnants of the time of Bianca.
I have been feeling a ritual coming on and this is how it will be.
I have dug a hole into the rocky east bay hill side where David and I have lived for the past 2 years.
When I stand there, I can see into the city where Bianca was when she died.
I have candles burning and I have cut into strips the sweet letters you wrote, journal entry’s from the memorial and first year of grieving, among other memories of her life and leaving.
I have wrapped the tiny pieces in an old well loved dress of hers that I wore until it fell apart, making small bundles. Tomorrow morning I will bury them in the fullness of the moon with the fullness of my heart.
Yet another piece of letting go.