There was a National weather disaster on Sunday
when we buried Linda next to Bob.
A tree fell on the temple.
A tree fell on the house I grew up in.

There was a flood on the NY State Thruway.
There was no electricity in the towns
south of the Tappan Zee Bridge.
An act of Nature.

My brother said,
"There's going to be one hot date in heaven tonight!"
Bob' son is a romantic.

I'm...something else.

Love,
Bob's Daughter