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