Written for: Go Dog Go Cafe Haibun Wednesday
Two people in my life have died in December.
My aunt was in the midst of gift shopping.
My friend had a rare form of cancer.
I always found this season to be a desperate
rush to feel joyful. Too desperate.
One Christmas, we gathered at my cousin's house,
like we always did. We looked forward to seeing
different parts of the family, and catching up.
This Christmas was right after my aunt's death.
Her daughter, husband, children, and partner–whom
we all called Uncle Bill–were there. A somber
tone grayed the day, as we watched a grief-stricken
Uncle Bill drink directly from a bottle of Scotch.
So why, of all the gatherings we had at my cousin's,
is this the only one I remember clearly?
dog dives into snow
makes doggie-form angels
brings joy to my heart