In each other’s pocket’s is what we’d say. I think it’s an Australian saying for folks who spend a lot of time together and are very close. Twin flames. Attached at the hip. We worked and played together for the ten years we had. We were independent separate beings who were intertwined in the loveliest of ways.

Now the pockets are secret pockets. Pockets of grief. Today , only 68 days since John died, I am feeling the aching missing of him…