A Breath of Snow and Ashes

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is.

There's the always preexisting, and having no end. There's  the notion of being all powerful - because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies.

And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardships erased, all loss subsumed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thous shalt return.

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes - Diana Gabaldon

An Echo in the Bone

I could not believe he was dead. Could not. I shut my eyes at night and heard him breathing slow and soft in the night beside me. Felt his eyes on me, humorous, lusting, annoyed, alight with love. Turned half a dozen times a day, imagining I heard his step behind me. Opened my mouth to say something to him - and more than once really had spoken to him, realizing only when I heard the words dwindle on the empty air that he was not there.

Each realization crushed me anew. And yet none reconciled me to his loss.

An Echo in the Bone - Diana Gabaldon

Double Rainbows

Double rainbow 2day. Saw my 1st the day after u died. Then nearly every day for the next 2 weeks. Love u 2. #MssgsBetweenWorlds #WidowMoment

— Kiki Marcus (@KikiMarcus) July 11, 2015