By, Nan Claire Falkner
The Estate Sale had gone well. All the big ticket items had sold – just a few items left. The water fountain that Millie had enjoyed so much was in pieces – but would be a welcome addition to their café.
Harold would also transplant the blue clematis, which she had begged him to do so many times. He picked up the wooden disk with “to-it” engraved on it, kissed it, put it back in his pocket, and winked at the sky. “Honey, told you I would move the flowers one of these days. Thanks for the token. I miss you!”