Pelgris

I pulled out of a deep depression with the realization that the thing I was obsessing about wasn’t real. My mind had misremembered something and my subconscious had took it in its teeth and run with it. Something someone had said was piggybacking on the impending sadness this time of year brings. The 19th will be the anniversary of the death of my Morrigan. It still has the ability to rock me back on my heels and set me spinning. This week will be one of contemplation and crying jags. Memories good and bad warring, strength against strength and the hope that she found peace in the oblivion she so staunchly believed in. My love, my Morrigan, fly on free.