Ode to Blue, Ode to Everything

There’s not really any way to start “this” in a way that feels appropriate or big enough to hold the forever grief. I keep writing and re-writing the beginning of our story but, the truth is, our story goes back before our beginning. It was always unfolding. So where do I start a story like that?

If you’re lucky, you get to love and be better for it. Yo…