She sits on my back porch. The porch we are so grateful to have. We gather together for a bridal shower. For one of the younger generation. I visit with a beautiful woman. Decades ahead of me in age and wisdom. Decades ahead of me in grieving. All the years I have known her. She has spoken little of her grief. She has laughed and shared stories. But the raw. I never saw. Until she sits on my porch. 9 decades of living. She grabs my hand with an urgency. Her gaze does not meet ... View Post