{"id":1453,"date":"2014-05-05T08:22:54","date_gmt":"2014-05-05T12:22:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/baburkard.com\/crochet\/?p=1453"},"modified":"2014-05-05T19:11:26","modified_gmt":"2014-05-05T23:11:26","slug":"may-4-28-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/baburkard.com\/crochet\/may-4-28-years\/","title":{"rendered":"May 4 ~ 28 years"},"content":{"rendered":"

Emily Dickinson said, “‘hope’ is the thing with feathers – that perches in the soul -…”. What then is grief?<\/p>\n

\u201cGrief\u201d is the thing of stone
\nThat perches in the soul –
\nAnd presses hard without a sound –
\nAnd never stops – at all –\u00a0\u00a0 (BB)<\/p>\n

Volker died 28 years ago. Incredible. Can it really be? Time is such a peculiar thing.<\/p>\n

This is one day of the year I “take off” — I take off from work, from socialization. I spend it mostly alone with my dog. Once again this year I headed to Goderich, to the water, to a leash-free dog park.<\/p>\n

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