Rain never stopped me from enjoying life.
A walk in the rain
with an umbrella
Getting the mail and a memory surfaced.
That trip to Ottawa and in the rain to see the Tulip
Festival.
Plastic raincoats but needing an umbrella as well.
So being a Tuesday which is always a hard day for me.
The day of the week he died.
130pm is the time.
A walk in the rain is good. As long as it is a gentle rain.
Not torrential where every part gets soaked.
I embrace the walk. As short as it is. About 200 m. each way A.
Time to think. Time to reflect. Time to be.
And functional. Getting the mail.
So many memories in my head. So many that are good. I try to
drown out any negative ones. Why relive pain? It is good to relive the fun, the
good ones, the times where we laughed.
He did make me laugh. I miss that. I miss the silly jokes.
The funny adventures like our trip to Rome for our 25th.
Or the time he rolled off the bed in Florida!
Or buying two different shoes to go to a wedding and he had
to shine his old ones. He always bought new shoes at the last minute. It was a
silly habit of his.
So rain. Memories come raining down.
Rain hides the tears. Can have a wet face.
Copyright-Barbara Di Mambro
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