Tree Frogs  


I  smile thinking  about  my brother ,  Al. When he was alive and we lived among many trees, he and I heard  many tree frogs  this time of  year ,  here in Indiana . 

He would use his wheelchair  or walker  when he was not bed bound at an earlier  time, and we would wheel him down the  ramp so we could  look for the  frogs . 

It feels wonderful  to be able to smile  and  say or think his name. Although  there are very little  tears any longer ,  my heart still feels a large void and I  once again  become  sad.

Thank you Mr. Tree Frog for reminding  me of good times with your chirping today, and making  me smile . 

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