Close Memories
Nov 9th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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It’s Halloween and I’m at my wife’s grave for her anniversary. She died three years ago, and I made a promise that I would be there every year to place a large pumpkin next to her headstone.
Halloween had been Terrie’s favorite holiday. She enlivened the house with carved pumpkins on every table, spooky collectible houses with eerie music and lots of candy for the children.
I missed her, but I kept the memories of her love close.
When I turned to leave, I felt something touch my arm.
I looked back at the grave and the pumpkin was gone.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
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