Back to my senses

Six years ago today was one of the most precious days of my life. The next morning, after our wedding, Laura rolled over in bed and grabbed me; ‘Now you are mine!’ she grinned. She was so covered in tumors, every movement was hard, so it felt like a small miracle. Six years later she is still nudging me, ticking me and cheering me on. One day I’ll see her again on the other side, but for now I’m happy to be here. This year of deprivations – Covid, lock down, my arm injury, losing my sense of smell and taste (now thankfully returning 9 months later) have brought me to my senses. Why is it when we are confronted by loss, we realize at last what a miraculous sensory world we inhabit. And what we wanted most of all was right here all the time.

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  1. Mary Russell says:

    So poignantly true!

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  2. Jamie Kelty says:

    Glad to hear you are feeling back to your senses! Wishing you a sweet holiday season savoring what your senses have to offer you!

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  3. Dina S. says:

    Lucie – I have never forgotten about you and Laura. Laura was one of my first cancer buddies. I pray that you are doing well and send much love.

    Dina

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  4. steferino says:

    I’ve been following you through the years and realize it’s been a long time since I have seen your posts. Your posts helped me through a couple of difficult losses. I miss seeing you here and hope life is busy with much happiness and joyful activities for you. Sending much love and respect in this chaotic world. Thank you for sharing all you have. You have inspired me many times. Thank you.

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