Spring.

The dark of Winter fades. The air becomes warmer. The trees bloom.
Smiles return to faces on the train and on the sidewalk.
Evidence of LIFE returning after a long hibernation.

Yet.

The cold of death is close. It lingers underneath my chest, tightly gripping my heart.

Flashbacks of walking into the hospital in my Winter clothing, two babies in my belly…and then walking out, empty. Stepping into blue skies, sunshine, and the evidence of LIFE all around me. In new babies born, in trees blooming, in the smiles on faces.

Grief is a funny thing. A process, I’ve come to realize, that is ever-changing and never complete.