You Promised Me

I think in the back of both of our minds we knew that cancer would kill Bryon and often by the fire we would talk about our life, our dreams.It was during one of these talks, the "what if" kind I asked Bryon that if he died would he please find some way to let me know he was alright, no longer in pain, in peace. It has been almost a year and still I wait for a sign or so I thought. Tonight I went out to dinner with Charles, Marnie and the grandchildren. While walking to the restaurant I looked up at the sky. There were dark grey storm clouds gathering but running through this darkness was a streak of the most vibrant pink. Bryon had kept his promise, he gave me beauty in the midst of the darkness. I wish that I had my camera but in retrospect it is the kind of memory best kept in my heart.

Someday......behind the moon.