~The Locket: An Anniversary~

Half awake in between sleep and dreaming. Warm, safe in my bed under the Victorian style quilt, Kitten purring beside me, rain puddle vision in my mind, blood; his blood mixing with the rain.

Oh, that�s what this week has been, that�s all this is; His blood mixing with the rain. That�s why the feeling I felt while having my MRI Tuesday disturbed me so much, it took me back to the rain puddle full of blood December 5, 1993; 10 years ago. I didn�t realize it till this morning even though it is always there; in the darkness of my mind. He was dead and the screaming started and 10 years later no sound comes from my lips, but it still goes on in my mind; the screaming.

I got up and went looking for my locket, tucked away somewhere safe for eternity . . . . slowly opening it a familiar sad smile from my heart makes it�s way to my face; God how beautiful he was and still is to me. I think I�ll put it on a chain and then around my neck. Wear it till the 31st and then just before mid-night take it off and put it away and never wear or go looking for it again.

Grant Morris 1936-1993

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