Once again it is May. Seems to come every year at this time. Winter’s grasp finally gone. Somewhere Corn flowers and Stargazers are in bloom. Somewhere a baby Blue Jay is spreading its wings for the first time. Days get longer, evenings warmer. Salty ocean air feels good on my face.
So why is there a pall hanging over me this month? Why do I feel this heavy pang?
Oh yes. This is the month my mother died. A shock, a jolt, a stupefying blow to my gut.
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