There’s nothing quite so cold as a rain drop falling off the roof at just the right angle and time to squeeze through a jacket collar, t-shirt, and your neck. It happened to me three times today while taking the dogs outside. It’s been rainy, messy, and frigid temperatures since early this morning.
Since work outside was impossible I helped clean out the attic of a friend. Lots of miscellaneous knick-knacks, old toys, boxes of books, a few items of clothing, and most packed with bittersweet memories.
Me and my friend stopped by Lowe’s Home Improvement store last night with a short list. I picked certain items she took what was left on the list and we split up. When we came back together she was sad, eyes brimming with tears, and a catch on her voice. “I didn’t know,’ she said, ‘This was his store and he loved this time of year. I didn’t know it would hit me this hard.” I nodded my head, listened, and rubbed her back.
A certain place and time, and grief’s cold touch slipped in and ran down from her head to her heart.