Where her tears burn where the pain outrages us, it is so bad my hands hang uselessly, where the corgi dog, Amos, we once had, far too ill now, for another, and the feeding blackbird are very important to us still as are the seasons and the big artist sky here, where you notice a glint of sunlight; precious for that one moment; resurrection. Living in deep time, past, future, present all at once, is the only way to survive this.