Sad Day

Today was Dot’s funeral and I had agreed to read a poem I’d written for her 24 years ago when she retired. I’ve no idea how I managed it without breaking down but I did. We were close friends for over 40 years. After the service we went to her golf club. I’d never been before but she had told me about the squirrels. Four of us arrived there first and this little fellow showed up. He didn’t stay long and didn’t reappear. It seemed fitting and the ideal Blip.