Driveway

As I watched Tomer laughing under the morning sunshine, it seemed hard to imagine that, less than a year earlier, congestive heart failure inhibited his ability to breathe. Now, he waltzed across the driveway with a stuffed scarecrow. Smiling beside the hearse, he looked more alive than ever.  I couldn’t spoil his happiness.  The month dragged by. On Halloween, I didn’t join Tomer in the…