This week’s photo: © Dawn M. Miller
That old barn had been there as long as she remembered and she never really thought much about it. It was just part of the landscape. Then one year a hurricane named Diane came to town and blew it down.
Folks came out to help clean up, it wasn’t just this one barn that came down, but it was on that property where they found his remains.
She thought he had walked out on her; disappearing soon after she became pregnant. It was so long ago, she had healed, moved on, raised their son. But here she was, grieving him once again.