It was eight weeks ago today that Blake left us. Today, Luscious and I had these done.
“Me hath the main of much bereaved.” (Sonatorrek, Stanza 10*)
My chest, Luscious’ arm. The vikingr compass he wore above his heart.
For our boy.
(*This comes from the translation I read at Blake’s funeral. If it’s incorrect, or you have greater knowledge, please don’t tell us right now. It’s not our time to hear it.)