Sometimes even now

When I stand in the sunshine,

I remember you died on a sunny day.


It was all crashing down around me

The violent tearing of my life as I knew it

You were gone without warning

I was driven to my knees

In the hallway

So confused and fighting the thought

That you died alone in your car


I felt the tile floor with my hands

I turned my head and looked outside.

I saw the brilliant blue sky and puffy white clouds

And wondered how the sun could possibly continue

To shine – on such a dark day.