As I was procrastinating about going to work out today, I was looking for something to listen to on Apple Music.
The first summer after my dad died, my wife and I were holed up at my mom’s house riding out a hurricane. I noticed that it was my mom’s first anniversary day as a widow. Both of the dogs had died, so she was living in this huge house by herself.
Knowing how flaky the electricity could be at that house during storms, we were cooking up a lot of the things in the fridge that’d probably go bad if the power was out for a few days.
I hadn’t brought up the date, but I could tell that my mom was a bit down. Finally there was a moment where I noticed she was crying.
“It rained that day, too.”