I remember a sunrise on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, before Jim and I were married. That makes it July 1997. I took pictures through the branches of a juniper tree, and we sat out on the patio of the North Rim Lodge. I found it personally rather hysterical to my upstate New York self that we were sitting in Adirondack chairs in Arizona.
There was another, almost two years back. Jeremiah and I went for a predawn walk and watched the sunrise. He’d just gotten his glasses the day before, and was amazed at how clearly he could see leaves, birds, colors, clouds…and I was amazed that I’d had no idea how much he wasn’t seeing them, before the glasses.
I took a dawn walk last spring with my newly adopted my pit bull, Noli. I was treated to a sun rising through amazing clouds…it seemed symbolic. My life as a wife was over; my life as a widow was breaking, and it was now up to me to define how it would be.
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