I stare through the window. Red-winged blackbirds. Egrets flying. Wind blowing through the trees. Cloudy blue-gray sky.
Inside silence. Cup of tea cooling. Second hand moving on clock. Time passing in the emptiness. Unsmiling face. Stillness. Muddled thoughts.
Four days after saying goodbye to Wilbur. Tomorrow Eight years since saying goodbye to my husband, my best friend. June winding down. The month that always brings a bit of depression.
Memories. Happy ones. Yesterday spent with BFF. Hugs. Smiles. Adventure. Laughter. A few minor tears. Love. Friendship. God.
Lifting my cup of tea with a grateful heart for the healing and joy in the expectation for tomorrow.