How easy it is, how easy, for the brain to trick us into wiping pain away, in to thinking you’re here at my door, or in the kitchen by my side, sipping at the mug, sighing at the early hour, calling my name, your mouth at my ear. How easy, how easy. --Old Habits Thelma T. Reyna Golden Foothills Press What do you do when your beloved husband of 50 years and 8 months dies undergoing a minor surgery? Poet laureate Thelma T. Reyna turned towards the written word. Thelma lost her beloved husband Victor two years ago. Her grief was unbearable and immeasurable, but life goes on and unfortunately, she had to march with it. “ I wish the wife back then knew clearly what the widow now knows…about impermanence, about ensuring that our loved ones know clearly and unfailingly how much they mean to us, how much they enrich our lives, because we’re telling them regularly, with heart and soul.” Heartfelt. Piercing. Loving. DEAREST...