What can I do?

My brain had short circuited. I clutched my head and tried to figure out which problem to tackle next.  Just then, Peter peeked around the door. “Can I do anything to help?” he asked.

My pitiful smile didn’t reach my eyes. “Could you give me some peace of mind?” I asked. “That would help.”

He chuckled. “You want a piece of my mind?” he said.

The tears that had threatened dried up. Just that brief exchange lightened my mood.

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Photos: Sailing to Alaska (2006)

2016 National Society of Newspaper Columnists’ contest finalist. 

3 thoughts on “What can I do?

  1. Treasure every brief exchange, my love. I can’t tell you how dreadful it is when they stop. Love the photo and the memories – was it really so long ago?

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