Five years have passed and your presence is still felt when I come to visit over the winter months. The smell of popcorn, and the old Swisher Sweet cigars you smoked filter through the air at times, as if you were still here. Your sneakers sit in the closet below a hanging blue jean shirt worn while doing yard work, and the bed stand drawer still carries your socks and manicure pouch. These are the little things kept close by as memory keepers. This old trailer is still your home. To me it’s an oasis of love and peaceful healing.
