His words have stayed with me
Days turned into weeks, and Michael’s words haunted me. Each day seemed hazy, like a fog, as I replayed our conversation over and over in my mind. What could be so complicated that he couldn’t tell me? I found myself staring at my phone, hoping it would ring. But it remained silent, just like the empty rooms in my house. There was a growing emptiness that no question seemed able to fill.
His Words Are Remembered
Gardening for distraction
I immersed myself in gardening, hoping that this activity would offer me an escape from my preoccupations. My hands sank into the earth, planting rows of roses and tulips whose fragrance provided a respite, however brief, from the turmoil rumbling inside me. The soothing rhythm of the work gave me a moment of calm, but the relief was fleeting. Every flower I planted revived memories of my grandchildren running happily through the garden, helping me to sow those same flowers.
Jardiner Pour Se Distraire
