I guess it’s true that life goes on.
This winter has been long and cold. Really it has been cold since Richard died. I don’t remember a summer as cool as the past summer was. The grass stayed green the entire time.
And the winter bleakness has lasted very long.
But it seems life is returning.
The pansies we put at Richard’s grave last fall are blooming.
And popping up out of the hole in the ground in front of my mom’s tombstone are crocus. Their yellow blooms promise better things ahead.
We can only hope that life will return to our hearts too.


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