I could hear the rushing, bubbling creek as it passed through the willows on down to the waterfalls & beyond to the river, not far from where they stood. I could smell the fruit blossoms from the old apple orchard not far away. Behind them, a still snow covered mountain towering over the meadow where they now embraced.

I closed my eyes remembering you, my dear departed, and closed the book I was reading…one of my favorite authors, who always took me beyond these horrors of grief and into the arms of my lost love…