Monday, December 31, 2018

The Wandering Widow-Day 2

I talk to my dead husband as I drive down the highway.


"Are you seeing these colors?" I ask. "Have we been on this highway before?"

"This is eagle country I think. Can you have an eagle fly by? "

"Did I miss the turn-off? "

" Does the car sound funny to you?" 

"Is that ice? Am I driving on ice?"



"Should I buy that necklace from that nice Navajo man?"

"Can you believe how beautiful it is here?



It was a four-hour drive and not once did he answer me, so I figured he couldn't hear me. Then, a magnificent, giant golden eagle, the glitter on his wings sparkling in the sun swooped in front of the car and I laughed.

He heard me.

 

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