MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF GRIEF

Grief is hard, but it ain’t permanent. We all have it at one time or another. An industrial size case settled onto me yesterday. It started back on Valentine’s Day in 2014 when the Great Ice Storm hit. Power lines down. Wrecks galore. Everybody late to where ever. ERs busy.

The day before, I did the husbandly things to do. Bought my wife some flowers, a box of chocolate candy, and plan to take her to lunch where ever she desired. But when I woke up that morning, it was cold. Real cold. Ice everywhere. Not one of my favorite things. We live in the South. We are supposed to have sunshine and pleasant days. Creeping icebergs are not on my Day Planner.

A strange sound in my garage commanded my attention. Out walked a large, adult, solid black cat, the kind that would appeal to Elvira and her horror movies. Not a white hair anywhere. My wife