Last night's rainstorm hastens the spring blooms the early flowers thrills the tweeting birds. Last year's April, please do not return-- the long shopping line, the empty shelves, the toilet paper shortage. But I dream of you, returning, even though I know you would not. It is understood. Still love feels unfinished.
"Cindy, we need to wear the white funeral dress and cry in front your Grandpa's coffin." Cindy's mom says. "Mom, how can I cry? I hardly know him. I can't just shed tear on command." Cindy says. "Your Grandpa's will says that everybody has to cry. Anybody who doesn't cry is not going to get … Continue reading The Whimsical Grandpa