I visited Austin’s grave. The morning was cold and rainy, I drove with the heater and windshield wipers on, fresh flowers for Austin laying on the car seat. As I pulled through the cemetery’s gates, the rain ceased, the sun came out...
As I wiped the dust off the polished black granite I noticed movement nearby. I turned my head and waited. Up came a little chipmunk! He stared at me then down he went. A few seconds later, he rose up again. Down again. Up again. He kept doing it, as if he was playing a game. Austin loved chipmunks. A week or two before he died, I was sitting on his apartment step, talking to a little chipmunk. The chipmunk was playing within a foot of me and it entranced Austin. Austin was on my cell phone talking to a friend and telling the person about the chipmunk that was making friends with his Mom.
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