We were on this same porch in the same sweltering heat nested among sunflowers one year ago tonight. We sat together as a family that evening before sending our daughter across the street and into that house with the porch light for a sleepover with our dearest friends, the Mussers (we had an early arrival time at the hospital the next morning). We hugged. I remember trying to relish that moment. It was the last time we were together. 

Tonight I stand in the light of a unique and  glowing moon. Fitting and most incredibly sad.