The rain falls. Heavy at times.  Keeping rhythm on the tin roof.  Drip. Drip. Drip.  The beat of a drum. Constant and steady. A sound I miss dreadfully.  The missing heavy.  Deep within; the longing.  I shut my eyes to listen.  To the sounds.  Grief sneaks up silently. Catches you unaware. It is all around. It is rent a Senior Day. How can it be a year? It seems like yesterday. So funny. So missed. There is no way around this pain. It hurts.  It stinks.  No matter how I try to shake off the pain. We step forward. Trusting, ... View Post