This is the face that I will miss this summer, while sitting on the front porch. I still have the rug, but it won’t be the same.
It is Sunday.
It is the worst day of the week, as I still wake up on Sundays thinking he’s waiting for me, and he’s not…obviously.
That doesn’t happen so often these weekends, although this morning I had a need to go lay down from 7-8:30 and fall back asleep in out bedroom.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day and David and I will probably go visit his father (WWII Vet) at the cemetery…something Gerry and I used to do spontaneously. We want to get rid of the winter and put some red, white, and blue flowers.
Summer begins.
