Summer is here once again.
It has been difficult to welcome summer for the last three years. It reminds me of our final days together. Your declining health, hospice care at home, and that particular moment, when I realized that you did not take another breath.
While a stream of sweat on my neck, instead of tears on my cheek, dries in a breeze, I take a long breath. I am breathing. I am alive. And, eventually, I will get to say, once more, farewell to summer.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Turn, Turn, Turn.”
“Seasons change so quickly! Which one do you most look forward to? Which is your least favorite?”