Driving home, I saw the shades beyond the white line walking the ditch. Then I knew the sun would not shine that tomorrow. The night took me in its arms, not letting me go. The next day I visited you. You were happy I came to see you. After that, your smile glowed, and you slept. The following day, family arrived. That afternoon, I sobbed. Three days later, we said the prayer for the dead. It's been three years plus. I still feel your presence. Because of you, I continue.