DAY 30

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Day 30 —Write a short entry that ends with the line, “The silver dust of moonlight settled coldly on the night.”

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The Final Entry.

The Final Chapter. 

I am closing the book, because this is the last page and the sharpie is running out of ink. I guess this is how Nick wanted to end it. He wanted this for us, he wanted me to have this house. He wrote me a letter. After March 15th I received it. I received it the day after I learned he had died. A suicide bomber had killed him. His death was a casualty in a massive war. I remember everything so clearly, like it was yesterday. Today is my daughters tenth birthday, and her fathers 10th year in the ground. 

The day I found out about Nick, it was raining. He always thought it was beautiful raining out at our place, we have cherry trees lined up just like grape vineyards, and they do basically the same thing; bloom and produce fruit. I was watching the cherries fall to the ground, waiting for birds to fly down and eat them. Then a storm cloud came over the house, I can't remember if it was before or after they arrived. 

A green army Jeep pulled into the driveway. I choked, knowing the reality that was about to hit. I dropped my tea mug and fell to the ground. This was the day I found out my husband had died. Four men in blue suits knocked slowly on my door, holding a folded flag in their hands. Everything after that is a blur, I remember taking the flag, the soldiers eyes confirming my worst fear.

Then I got the letter, it wrote this:

Jamie, its cold here and the coffee is bitter. I want to come home, I want to see you. I want you to warm me up and put sugar in my coffee cup and drink half of it for me. I want you to warm me up. I love you and I miss you. It's a war here, but we are almost finished. I am almost home. How is Aurora? Does she still have my eyes? I long for you. I see the stars, and I know you are still looking at them. I see the silver dust dancing on the ground. I realized the beauty is mixed with danger, and  how the silver dust settled coldly on the night. -Nick

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