The Wishing Tree

Still finding tears to wring out for my coworker's suicide. You think you're on the acceptance stage and moving on, but out of nowhere your heart brings a halt to your bike ride to let some grief out. The slough. Top of Norway. Somewhere on the backside of Juanita. Towards the end I rode by a Wishing Tree with hundreds of wishes fluttering in the stiff winter wind. I wrote one for Greg and for those who need the strength to ask for help. It overlooks the water so he can see all the ships passing by. The paper probably won't last the next storm, but I hope this wish reaches Greg, his family, and those who feel restless and alone.