It was just one of those days. 

I woke up thinking about Leroy.  If I’d had a dream about him, I don’t remember, but his voice, his face, his presence in a strange sort of way stayed with me all day. 

One of the string bracelets he brought back with him from Africa years ago finally frayed and fell off my wrist.  It weighed practically nothing, but I feel its absence on my arm.  Now, it’s lonely companion, the faded “Cancer Sucks”  rubber band that’s been there for almost five years, occupies my left arm all by itself. 

Maybe because the days are getting longer and warmer and I’ve seen couples sitting outside and sharing together time, that I think back to the days we were one of those couples.   Memories can be very comforting but they can also hurt a little too.

Maybe it’s just one of those days….I can live with that.

 

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