Else is Muchful

So. As some of you realize, I and Uncle Fritz were away on a leave due to the funeral of his father. I hesitate to mention it here as it was that raw inside us, very pain-making, this is what happened. Uncle Fritz has donned the transparent cloak of his forebearer - a multi-divisional grieving cloak. Some have criticized the force of his grief, the lack of his grief, the degree of painfulness he chooses to reveal, but I will not. Instead I have anticipated and made padding where necessary, as well as I can muster. The brown spaces provided a cuddling experience, despite liquefaction and dry heaves. The boxed longhouse in the manicured grasses provided sanctuary as was hoped. MM was inside and outside, trying and trying. This elder father was a tall and barrel-like bear of loveliness. We miss him dearly and speak of him with hopes for emulation one day. Water drops trickled as words spoke themselves of special-making powers easily transmuted. Losing is familiar to all, more poignant in circumstance to some, but we felt lucky to know this one. It is alright to take leave when your vessel is rotting. It's alright even if it doesn't seem like yet should be now.