I miss her, Even as I hold her hands in mine. Grasping at happy memories They return bittersweet and fading. Threatening to lose her all over again. A fragment of her soft wrinkled hands Cradling freshly picked raspberries, Their sweet tartness, Their gentle sheen in the afternoon light. As I nervously pull fruit from their branches, Some squish and break. We stand in the bushes among bees and thorns, but by her side, I was safe. We carry our pickings inside. I can barely se

Catherine Jane Reasoner December 8, 1931 – November 3, 2025 I am not sure what to do with all the feelings inside my heart about her, how to summarize someone who was such a great presence in my life. I knew her as a child, from my mind as a child, she will always be tainted by a lens of nostalgia in this sense. She will be a different person to me than she was to anyone else. For she and I were unique in all the world, as love often is, our laughter, our hugs, the times I c

I feel so small.I am floating on an eggshell. How am I meant to continue on in this new reality? Where no one will ever know me like she did, or love me the same way. In a world where no one understands who she was and what she meant. I am losing an appendage of my soul - It was already lost years ago as she lost herself, but now in her final moments, layers of shell wilt from around me. The incubation of grief finally over. I have already been drifting down this river of sor