The Back Porch

My brother and his wife moved into a new house in the fall of 2015.  It is a beautiful home with wooded property on the other side of the fence.  Very quiet and peaceful.

On Monday, November 23rd of that year, my wife died in her sleep.  Her funeral was on Wednesday, November 25th.  Thanksgiving was on the next day, Thursday, November 26th.

I was asked to come to my brother’s house for Thanksgiving.  Everyone knew I would be hurting, but also knew I didn’t need to be alone.  I knew it as well, so I went for the day.

The house was full of family and little children.  I was used to my home being much quieter with just Terrie and me.  So it didn’t take a long time Continue reading

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