The music I played on my piano was my last link to my late husband. But cruel neighbors shattered that joy with a hurtful message on my wall. When my granddaughter found out, she made things right, leaving those entitled neighbors scratching their heads.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Jerry, did you love it today, darling?\u201d I asked softly, the last notes of \u201cClair de Lune\u201d filling my cozy living room as my fingers lifted from the ivory piano keys. My eyes fixed on the framed photo of my late husband, Jerry. His kind eyes seemed to twinkle back at me, just as they had for over fifty years of our marriage\u2026<\/p>\n
Willie, my tabby cat, stretched lazily near my feet, purring contentedly. I reached down to scratch behind his ears, feeling the familiar ache in my chest as I carefully lifted Jerry\u2019s photo.<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you so much, darling. It\u2019s been five years, but sometimes\u2026 sometimes it feels like yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The music I played on my piano was my last link to my late husband. But cruel neighbors shattered that joy with a hurtful message on my wall. When my granddaughter found out, she made things right, leaving those entitled neighbors scratching their heads. \u201cOh, Jerry, did you love it today, darling?\u201d I asked softly,…<\/p>\n