When the Rain Ends

by Mary Ellen Taylor

Anytime you want to talk to her, do it. I promise you, she’s there right behind you.” The tears rolled down Reggie’s cheeks. “Does it ever get better?” “It never goes away. Most days, it does lose its edge, but every so often, when you least expect it, grief cuts. And maybe that’s not so terrible. That jab is a reminder that you loved her very much.”