Good Grief 43

Would you Adam and Eve it ....?
I was convinced this clematis was dead. Its a Nelly Mosser that my husband and I bought together after we married. This year there has been no sign of it whatsoever and I decided that like everything else it had withered and died. It felt symbolic of everything. Nothing has done well in the garden this year and I have felt I have the hand of death wherever I go and whatever I touch. Perhaps it is symbolic of grief and depression, it goes to ground and waits for when it is ready to re-emerge. Perhaps it was just fed up with the grotty summer this year and chose this sunny day to say 'Hi, I'm still here, still hanging on'.
The 'extra' blip is of a Hawthorn which made me think of touch and togetherness. The missing of which is indescribable and unutterably, unbearably painful. As I walked I unconsciously linked my bare arms behind my back and became suddenly aware of the left arm clasping the right as if new to one another ... left arm ... meet right arm. A feeling which may never be known again.