Elgin Street

Jennie, it felt like a warm summer evening on Tuesday when I visited Grandma. The feeling of the summer’s evening 634 days ago (or 1 year, 8 months and 26 days), is already in the air. I longed to walk down the road and find you home, with your children around you. My heart filled my chest with that longing.

Your garden is starting to come alive. Some blooms already. There seems to be nice people living there who love and care for your garden. No kids running around yet, but they have your playground set, so maybe there’s a child. There is a golden retriever. You would like that.

Whoever these people are, they will feel the love and life in your garden that comes from your hands, sweat from your brow, and your vision, strength and love. You are in that garden, and your garden on Fairfield Road as well. 

There are no words to describe how much I want you back. How much I miss you. What I am going through without you. How much I love you. 

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