It’s that stretch of the year from his birthday up to the moment we lost him that our home warms and lights up like the morning sun.
A reminder of that very brief moment he touched our lives and left so suddenly. Same stretch year after year the sun shines with rays of golden umber.
The scent of sweetness lingers, reflections of curly locks of hair, cherubic smile and young love that once bloomed.
In the silence of hearts, the passing of time never forgets. He rests on the ledge among other treasures.
While stuff gets moved into boxes kept in storage, he remains with us. I greet mornings and smile at the photo that smiles at me.
Just as I cherish December holidays with family and February hearts with loved ones, in this short stretch a bittersweet thug ignites my heart.
His warmth carries us through with fondest of memories. However brief, he remains in our hearts.