Fascinated by images
As I passed the photos of my grandchildren hanging in the hallway, I felt their vividness taunting me. These framed snapshots of birthdays, vacations and ordinary days once captured moments of shared happiness. Today, they’re a cruel reminder of what I’ve lost. Unable to look away, I found myself wondering what could have changed. What had I done to keep them away?
Fascinated By Images
A solitary cup of tea
With a cup of tea in hand, I sat down in my favorite spot, trying in vain to lighten the heaviness in my heart. The steam rose gently, but failed to warm the chill of this empty house. Staring out of the window, I waited expectantly for Michael’s car to arrive. The questions looped in my mind, refusing to subside. Today, I was counting on answers. I desperately needed to understand.
A Solitary Tea
