The flickering tea lights on the dresser help light my way home. It has been three years now since I left, but I visit as often as I can. The children are doing well in school. My husband, Roger, was promoted at work. He has chosen to resume a limited social life, and I approve of that. I am sorry I have burdened him with an uncertain future. It hasn’t turned out the way we both had hoped. Death is always harder on those left behind.
Fliss Zakaszewska
10/8/2022 12:18:21 am
Yes, it is, Janice and a story so beautifully told.
Sandra James
10/8/2022 04:35:40 am
This really touched me, Janice. It's almost 30 years since my younger brother passed away suddenly. So many 'if onlys'. And, how wonderful that your protagonist is there watching over her family and giving her husband the encouragement to move on ... I'm sure he feels it. Well done!
Sue Clayton
10/8/2022 08:04:13 am
No truer word written, Janice. Always worse for those left behind to grieve. Comments are closed.
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