On the day you came into my life a breeze arrived as well, bringing the scent of a summer night; all jasmine and lawn clippings and the crickets sang a song for hours that sounded a lot like, "You're home. You're home. You're home."
Coming up on Memorial Day, I am reminded of everyone I have said goodbye to. This morning at breakfast, in a voice just above a whisper, Nancy said next week will be a year since Larry passed. A year. How is that possible? Earlier this year, I had written a note to some friends who... Continue Reading →