This morning as the sun found its way through my blinds, I clamped my hands over my eyes. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to face another day.

I found a red bandana and tied the loose strands of my hair, not caring about the ever-increasing grey today.
In the kitchen, I poured my first cup of coffee. Coffee, cream and Splenda my only morning fare. I used to enjoy a hearty breakfast but that was long ago.

An old red flannel shirt, to chase the chill away, I found hanging in the back of my closet.
Room to room I wandered in my big old farmhouse. Pictures, furniture, collectables from a life lived. "Things," I thought aloud "only things."

To our little town, I drove in a daze. For what I didn't know. I found myself at Red's Liquor Depot paying for a bottle of whiskey.

Back home as my lips touched the edge of the glass. "Oh God," I cried. The red bandana, shirt and even the brand of whiskey were all his. I could see him there in the doorway with that big Texas grin he always had when I did something really silly.

Dead now for five years but it feels like yesterday. I long to hold him one more time and feel his arms around me.
The bottle went back in the cabinet beside his picture. His cowboy hat hung on the rack where he last put it. I put it on and walked out to feed his horse.

Tomorrow will be okay. Today will be sad. Life will go on, new memories will be made. His things will be packed away today but his memory will forever linger.