Walk hand in hand
Some days are ok
Other days are filled with dark holes
Some days there are tears
Other days, there is emptiness
Some days there are triggers
Today, it was a song and a poem
Yesterday, it was a smile at his photo
The day before, it was something in the park
Tears well, sometimes perch perilously, sometimes fall
Hidden by sunglasses and soaked up by a Covid-necessitated mask
No shaking shoulders and no audible sobs for this public crying needs to be invisible for the grief mask to be effective
“Don’t let the sun catch you crying”, sings Gerry with his Pacemakers.
One day, it was a couple holding hands.
Always, it was us holding hands.
In my/our kitchen, unseen by anyone, I cry as I remember how Peter and I would walk hand in hand as I listen to Gerry, a Mersey man, singing for my Bethnall Green love:
Walk hand in hand with me through all eternity
Have faith, believe in me, give me your hand
Love is a symphony of perfect harmony
When lovers such as we walk hand in hand
Be not afraid, for I am with you all the while
So lift your head up high and look toward the sky
Walk hand in hand with me, this is our destiny
No greater love could be, walk hand in hand
Walk with me.
Some days there are tears.
Forever, I feel my hand in his as we will walk hand in hand.
Stereo Story #575