Rain On Your Arrival

Almost on cue, the clouds moved in without warning from the west and opened, unleashing a brutal downpour of rain. It was like the universe was trying to cover my tears the day you came home.

After 67 years, through all the trials and turmoil that you went through, raising 2 sons almost on your own you are reduced to a box with something that looks like it was made on a label maker in a bag that looks like someone had finished with their Crown Royal.

I blame myself for everything. It’s something I got from you. Taking on the problems of everyone around me but not…