The man walked along the side walk as the afternoon breeze blew the fall leaves. They were the crunchy kind, the ones he would have usually stepped on in joy. However today was not a joyful day. As he walked to the park he thought about the past years. He thought about his love, he thought about his loss. He wanted to remember the good times, but also wanted to forget them.
It was on this lonely November day, just one year ago, his loving wife had passed.
He sat down on the wooden bench with beautiful metal- rose arm rests. It was the bench that he and his wife had sat on every Saturday for the past 30 years. It had become a tradition that would have lasted for years.... Phillipa... I will always love you. He thought as his eyes began to tear up.
Just then a bird flew over, it was a beautiful blue jay who perched right next to him on the bench arm rest. It began to sing, a beautiful song that felt like the bird was telling a story. It had been very unusual for a blue jay to come here especially this close. But the man did not question it, he just listened and watched.
