Andrea smiled. “The kids still love sitting on that wall by the pond, Pete. Haven’t five months flashed by since that blustery March day? We thought you’d be out of work or one of us would get COVID-19. But you kept your job, we’ve got our house, the kids’re fine…”
Andrea turned and placed a rose on the grave. “The good times were coming back… if that car hadn’t hit yours head-on sweetheart. Rest in peace.”