Months of sad love
It had been months since I’d seen their faces, and the pain was becoming unbearable. I sorely missed their laughter, their little hands in mine, and the stories they told with such enthusiasm. Every day without them felt like a grain of sand escaping into an hourglass, enlarging the emptiness left by their absence, an emptiness that had become far too heavy to bear. I had to know what had happened.
Months Of Love Sadness
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My son, Michael, had promised to come in today, and I was counting on him to enlighten me as to why my grandchildren were avoiding me. Always rational and forthright, Michael was the one I could count on for straightforward honesty. I desperately clung to the hope that he knew something, anything, that could explain this sudden silence. His visit was the only lighthouse in the ocean of uncertainty in which I was drowning.
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