Behind our masks,
Becky and I gave each other a
Big genuine hug.
Words weren't necessary.
Tomorrow is the first anniversary of
Mark's death, and today is the sixth for
Jack, Mark's dad.
I gave her a card.
"Open it tomorrow," I said.
In the note I told her that a lot of the
"Firsts" were behind her now, and
The second time around doesn't
Seem to be quite as hard.
But I was truthful.
"You will still have hard days, Becky,
I do."
After six years I still have hard days.
But I closed with the words,
"I'm thinking of you, praying for you and
Loving you on this poignant day," Dorothy