Bay St. Louis, Mississippi

For five weeks I stayed night and day with Ed in the sweet country hospital.  It was a bittersweet time, almost like a honeymoon, for we cared only for each other, reviewing our adventuresome life of fifty years together, and making plans for each of our futures.

His death stunned me!  I had difficulty realizing our life together was over.

Sitting on the seawall at twilight, watching the gathering dusk, helped bring me back to reality.  The cycle of the dying day, the restorative night, and the beginning of a new day connected me to the eternal clock.  The Bonaparte gulls added a grace note of hope, the barges a reminder that life goes on.