Lonely Summer.
The days go by and the long, lonely nights, the weeks and months and now it's almost nine months that you are gone.

We have such a beautiful new home, one you always wanted with acres of land around us, our own lake and woods; you have given us your dream.

Stopped at the phonebooth by the doctors office, the one you must of used when you called. The small eerie voice echoes in my ears, the call you made six long years ago; "honey, they found a lump in my breast." But it's nothing serious, you said quickly. We will have a biopsy to be sure. The lump in my throat was getting larger, the terror you felt in my silence and tried to comfort me by describing your totem, the Ravens you've seen outside the doctors office.

From that moment on, our life has changed forever.