For Larry

Doing my best not to look and sound disgusting and mainly keeping my distance from everyone, I dragged my still-sick-but-over-the-hump, sorry self to the neighbor's to participate in a tree planting for our neighbor who died last year. The whole hood was there; all of us who loved him. I know technically he won't see this crab apple grow and that the little ceremony was mostly for us but something inside me really really really wishes that somehow he could know and feel the love.