Went and saw the cherry blossoms at the park Saturday with Gerti.
It was a beautiful day, and the park was overflowing with people. Almost every bench was full. But as we walked towards ours—towards the very same one we sat on last year—it was clear, which I couldn't believe. A group of queers were picnicking behind it. We sat down.
We brought you with us. The photocard that @adventuresinjoylandmade for your small memorial, in its new frame. Your favorite Tarot deck, your rainbow arm band, your bee ewer and that stupid glass straw you loved so much. A honeycomb stim toy Gerti had just made. Your memories, and the parts of you that live on in us and change us and make us who we are. Our grief.
Gerti sat with me and cried with me and listened to me tell stories about you. She told me some. We talked about who were you, and who you might have become.
Gerti knows Tarot, so she pulled out a few cards from your deck that spoke to her. We're keeping The Sun at the top of the deck, with Death right under it—it's been like that since the small memorial. We think you'd like that.
Gerti took about 1000 pictures. She indulged a lot of different requests from me. They didn't photograph well, but there were a few minutes when there were, just, so many bees buzzing through the blossoms as she took pictures. I've never asked a bee to come closer before. I think you've changed my relationship to bees forever.
At one point there was a bird, and I told her about the time you fed a bird from your hand in a different park, like some sort of Disney Prince.
There's a line in Lucy Dacus' new song, Ankles. How lucky are we, to have so much to lose.
The photocard says We are so lucky to have loved you.
I am keeping a running list—well, a lot of running lists— about you. This one is about gifts you gave me. This park is one of them. The list is pages and pages long.
It was a good, beautiful, meaningful time. I'm glad I was able to do it.
I wish you had been there.