Midnight at the Blackbird Café

by Heather Webber

Grief was a capricious companion. Sometimes distant and aloof. Sometimes so overwhelming it was hard to think a straight thought. Its mood changed at whim, making it emotionally exhausting to keep up. There were times, like right now, when

a person you love is never truly gone—they’re always there, whether it’s in a memory … or a dream.” Or in a heart. All of you will always be in my heart, and part of me will always be in yours. That’s a damn good legacy, if you ask me.