The Hook

The Christmas card still laid in it’s enveolpe on her bedroom dresser. I took it with me. I wanted to make sure it went with her forever so she knew.

I was driving to my friend’s house on the Eastern Shore when the snow began to fall. I had never driven so far away from home with snow pouring down as hard as it was and accumulating quickly on the roads but I decided to breathe deep and enjoy my adventure, and that I did as I slid my way right on past her exit. I made it though, sleep over pillows in tow, it’s funny how you begin to try extra hard to live when someone you love dies.

“Autumn, the years last loveliest smile” – Bryant

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