Last night as I was drifting off to sleep I thought of you and of the many summer nights you lay in your asparagus-green room listening to the thunder. Your wide-open windows letting the rain, thunder and lightening in. You never looked more peaceful as you did, watching the wind blow under the weight of curtains, the lightening illuminating your room, the pelting of rain against your window.
I could see you, slowly fading in and out of sleep. My picture in a silver frame on your night table, and somewhere else, a card I had made for you.
I finally felt myself letting go, falling through the spray of rain, seeing your face and hugging you like I had done before, not just on your day.
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