I haven’t seen her in months. Today, she arrived at the neighborhood bbq as TBG and I were making new friends.
I hesitated, but only for a moment.
I walked over as she wrote her name tag, smiling at her son as I drew near.
I hugged her, pressing my face gently into her hair as she continued to look down.
Hi, it’s good to see you, or some such banalities were exchanged and then I walked away, collected TBG and our folding chairs, and left.
It’s all I can do for her.
I can still smell her shampoo. That has to be enough.
