never did I think driving around town would bring me such sadness. passing the park and seeing the swings where you would push me until I felt I was flying. but now you are the one with wings. picturing your reflection in the diner window now makes my stomach hurt but not in the same way it did when we ate too many pancakes. going to the deli and seeing the coffee machine where you’d always make me the perfect french vanilla that I haven’t drank since you’ve passed because I know it won’t taste the same and makes me regret never finishing them. seeing a newspaper blow across the road brings me back to sunday mornings when you would always make sure to save me the cartoons so we could read them together. Garfield was our favorite. the same roads we would drive to get ice cream are now the same roads i have to take to see your grave and the memory of those car rides replay in my head every time. coffee ice cream in a cone or a banana shake that you would finish before we even left the parking lot. seeing a white box truck drive by instantly takes me back to when we were constantly fixing yours and I would pin pictures I made for you in the back of it. almost everything around me is just a constant reminder of all of the memories we shared and it makes the fact that you aren’t here to make more of them sink in. instead now we make memories in your honor and I can only hope you are walking beside us through every one. I miss you so much.
Wings Over Our Hometown
