Jody, Jana and I sat down and compiled a slideshow using candid shots of Denise that were taken over the past three years. We sobbed as we relived many of the captured days caught by those lucky cameras. We now also realize the deepening of our longing for Denise, her delightful and happy ways, her genuinely kind and alluring nature. 

Now I know what the empty sky is intended for. On an afternoon where one has a thousand other options, the wide blue yonder accepts my blank stares without judgement. There are no limitations in the pale blue sky, nor is there enough petitioning to reverse the final will of the supreme power. Without choice, into it's jurisdiction we are born. 

I know I must let go, but letting go is first cousin to forgetting. Remembering is honoring, but ironically, recall slugs me in the back. 

As we turn to face what has gone, there is no one there, only the return echoes of beautiful verses sung. Yes the atmosphere is empty, and in a sense, so am I. My unfulfilled search for certain answers aimlessly circles, as I gaze into the empty pale blue sky. I find I am the witness of an unfamiliar life, where I know nothing, but to stay alert to present discoveries and ones that lie ahead. 

Jason

Note: This post began as a brief announcement for a slideshow which would not import. I will make every effort to upload that album and to eventually share it with all.