He sat out by the corner of the house under a cherry tree in a straight chair. Head slumped over, just staring at the ground. She rode up on her bike as she did every morning. Walked up on the porch and went in. She yelled out Brenda’s name but no response. She put a pot of coffee on so she could have a cup before they went on their bike ride. She made the two mile trek every day and brenda would ride with her back, then brenda would ride back, both riding four miles a day.
She went into her bed room only to realize that she had attended her funeral two weeks ago. Over come with grief, she sat down as her knees buckled and tears gushed out.