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.)