Today is going to be tough on me as I collect Marcie's clothes. All of my local friends say it's time, and I keep telling myself to donate so others will get needed clothes and coats. They asked if I needed friends to help, but foolish me said, "No, I'm good."Really, I'm good??Starting in our upstairs bedroom, yes ours. Opening her dresser. Stacking clothes on the bed. Our bed. Casper watches for a loose string, always he...

My hand rest between his ribs measuring the rise and fall of his breath Fingertips trace the contours of his face Every line put to memory for if its a dream I never want to wake I lay my head upon his chest The steady thump of his heart like thunder in the rain Sheets rustle arms pull me close lips touch mine A kiss explodes Graze of his lips racing like lightning through my veins Blue eyes meet mine and a galaxy of poss...

He was a golden boy A handsome lad A good son A fearless father A stanch friend Loving brother If I had a son he would have been like you Full of laughter and light  A country boys swagger and snappy comebacks Not my son in blood but the one of my heart Yes a good son indeed You wandered this world fearless Meeting life head on with a twinkle of mayhem in your smile Staring down the dark burning bright as the noon day sun...