Magic

 Driving up my street on a gray day, I saw myself on a walk the year Andrew died. I remembered this feeling, this hope. I kept hoping I’d see someone, talk to someone, who would make me feel better. Who would lessen the pain. I was hoping for, well…magic.

Until I realized, nothing anyone could say would do that. I could feel their caring in the attempt to comfort, but nothing, nothing said or done, took away the pain. Giving up that hope helped me to start living with the pain.