Enough

So much for "April is the cruellest month."

April saw our house grow like a tulip, found me working next to a wild, wonderful man. Not cruel at all.

But October . . . .

We lost our builder, and then heaven save me the dog. Yes, it's Key West, and Kirkwood lived here, and P.S., Your Cat is Dead. Still.

It's painful to see walls grow skin and cover up Ref's work -- though the structure is always there. "Structure." He said it often, and with reverence: Something built to stand.

His work is done. Ours is not. And it's a relief to tear a page off the calendar, crumple it, sharpen a pencil for the fresh sheet.

Shantih.