Didi I already post this joyous photo of Lu?
It has been so long since I have posted anything. And I still have stories to tell.
I am finally home after a nine month tour.
Close to her room all the time.
I have been to a psychic who knew things about her that are impossible to know unless you were her family or friend or teacher.
Sometimes I lie down on her futon and scream and cry until it stops.
I want to tell you about keeping her close to us after she died at home.
How we carried her to the downstairs extra bedroom where it is always cool.
How I knew what to do. How my friend called the funeral home and said that she could be with us until 24 hours had passed and then she would need to be moved to their place.
We visited her every day. She was in a room on a bed-like table with a little peach colored cotton blanket.
We kissed her and held her hands. We had a few visitors. Mostly our family of helpers who had taken such care of her. Sacred time.