When the solitary petal fell, it had water droplets that came from who knows where. It was as if the droplet weighed it down and it could no longer hold on to life. I instantly saw my life in it. Beautiful, yet heavy and tearful.
What a beautiful life I have, filled with children and grandchildren, whom I love and adore. Then, always, the missing piece, my son, Stuart.
That’s the way of grief. A genuine smile along with a tear on the verge of seeping out. Always on the verge, on the cusp of becoming.