I sit on the park bench eating cheesy popcorn and watching young children on the playground. I am enjoying the day, the sun on my face, and the smell of fresh grass.
Randomly I think,
I wish Samantha could run and play with these kiddos.
And there it is, the cold hand in my cheesy popcorn; the presence taking up too much space on the park bench, blocking my sunshine. My Grief….
“Really?” I say. “I didn’t invite you. Get your hand out of my cheesy corn.”…
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Posted on February 2, 2010 at 9:17am — 2 Comments
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