sweet & salty

11.0

The weeks leading up to the day my grandfather passed were tense every time the phone rang.
It was like every lasting day was a summer day, and every time the phone would ring the clouds covered it. When all was well, the sun would come out from behind the clouds and give us one more sunny day.
One day the sun didn't come, but the phone call did.
The phone rang, words were exchanged, my heart fell, and so did my tears.
My heart and mind became cloudy.
But, the thing about clouds is they aren't permanent.
They never were and they never will be.
There will always be more sunny days.
Whether you choose to believe it, or not.