I left my heart in San Francisco


Ed and I went to SFO on June 17 for the 1 year anniversary of Bo's death. We sprinked some of his ashes off of this bridge into the bay.




Fly away Bo. 

Psalm for the Lament of Bo

OH God. Hear my wails. Hear my screams.

Hear my damage.

Bo is dead.

My son, my progeny. Oh my adored. Oh. Oh. Oh.

I am dark and restless.

Stabbing at your angels as they try to comfort me.

I suppose I should thank You for the other times when you have come in the machine.

But now, I can only shake my head and ask you why have you done this terrible thing.

God.

Wash away my anger.

Take my cries and wring them like a sponge upon my head bowed down

So that my tears

Bloom in me the shriveled flower left so much to die.

Amen.