Saturday, Duboce Park

When the tears fall  Empty and angry at everything and everyone,yet not knowing why. Then suddenly you realisethat the empty feeling is a hollow space in your heartwhere they used to live. The tears start to fall when the realisation settles in.They fall and fall,like rain in an April shower. If only grief came with a handbookexplaining why you feel the way you do,so it isn’t mistaken for boredom,restlessness,or the need to run towards something new. But sticking plasters never hold for long.The real emotion seeps through eventually. And then you realisethe emptiness,the longing,the sadness,the uncertainty,are all there because you miss

With the first hint of early spring, my writing group hustled to make our dream of building our own Wind Phone at the independent senior-living center where I worked a reality. Kay Cox took the lead: She designed the sketch for our proposed Wind Phone, she purchased a vintage phone online, and she even found us our builder—another resident, Betty Gale, who loved the idea and agreed to use her impressive wood-working skills to do the physical build for our project. In quick recap, the Wind Phone first appeared in Japan in 2010, when Itaru Sasaki created it to help him