Spring Sadness

Most days are a shiny blue egg, all round and perfect and full of hope and life. And some days, just for shits and giggle, it seems the gods drop your blessed egg, right onto the proverbial dandelion. (I just proverbialized said dandelion.)
I got nothing to bitch about. I'm a baking maniac with a son on vacation, making said mania guilt-free.
I got new connections on Facebook with more and more people I really miss having in my life; and those I don't even know I've missed from my life ;)
And. I miss my girl.  Her baby friend is on Facebook and she misses her friend. I miss their friendship.
Mostly and always though, I just miss my girl.
Hannah is my blue egg, her death is it's smashing to the grass... the destruction overwhelming, the purpose beyond the grasp of my present Self. Yet somewhere therein the whole cycle, lies a glimpse of beauty in that which I cannot understand.
I've got a letter to Mitch formulating in my head. I shall commit it to paper, then to Ren, to be documented and archived in her Letters to the Dead.  Maybe I'll make a practice of it. I'll work my way up to Hanners...