There were no more international calls to make or receive; all the details had been handled to the best of her ability, knowledge and strength.
The photos and music had been carefully selected and the difficult but necessary phone calls made.
She bought a new black dress that she knew would hang in her closet forever but only be worn once.
The obituary had been written and ran in the newspaper the previous day. She will always wonder how there can be a word limit when describing a person's life. Let alone two. How do you convey all the wonderful qualities about someone and list the reasons why they will be missed in 300 words or less?
This morning she would do something life affirming.
She wanted a chance to forget for a while; to do something that she would do any given day so as to feel the slightest bit normal.
A walk through a beautiful canyon. She would immerse herself in abundant wildlife, get lost in hillsides resplendent with palo verde trees, graceful groves of ocotillo and prickly pear cactus.
She wanted to be surrounded by life, to fill her eyesight with nature and growth so that her dark and broken heart may heal someday.
Today was a day to remember, mourn and begin searching for peace.
This post is fiction and was written for The Red Dress Club's writing assignment, Red Writing Hood. This week's prompt: Write a 300 word piece using the following word for inspiration: LIFE. Constructive criticism is welcome.
