Gentle breezes whisked passed my joyous face while I inherited the fresh summer air. Birds sang their beautiful songs while the children happily played in the spring grass while their fathers sweat mowing the lawn and mothers tiredly yanked weeds from the fresh garden. Bright, blinding, white clouds flowed gently through the light blue sky. I swigged a light sip of my sweet, fresh-squeezed lemonade. The coolness of the satisfying drink soothingly flowed down my parched throat. Rocking gently on the wooden rocking chair, I gently shut my eyes while warmth from the afternoon sun pounded comfortably on my face.

"Daddy play with us!" I heard my giggly children request happily from afar. Sweat was glistening, my skin making me stick to my chair as I forced myself to a steady, firm stand. Looks on the kids faces brightened even more when they noticed me drawing nearer. The pain from my wife's death was still stabbing my heart with a sharp knife of depression.

"I'm coming!" I managed to find the strength to jog upbeat. I watched them run nearer before they both tackled me. Immediately after the playful attack, I got to thinking about the past couple of painful months. I never thought I'd be in the heart-aching situation I was trudging through. Swallowing the heavy clump of depression, I placed all of my focus on them. I playfully tackled them and rolled in the dewy grass. Though the gut-wrenching pain wrestles with me daily, I focus on the children. Entertaining them seems like the only bandage that is gradually curing the strong heartache. Without them, I would have probably been stuck in my bed as I miserable grieve. But I can't keep struggling with this much pain bearing on my weakening shoulders. Laying in the prickly grass I held him high up in the whispering air. Giggles belted out of him that forced a giant grin to my weary face. Though I will miss her with all of my life I know that this strong, fresh, raw pain will progressively heal.