The nickname they gave their only child who made them proud.
She graduated college, found a job, got married, made her way.
They bought a nice 2 story with fenced in yard for her beloved
labradoodles.Her life seemed picture perfect, but divorce came,
they sold their house.She started over but something clicked
                                that night in January.  

Coming back intoxicated by alcohol and  yearning for a happier time.
She lost her way falling on the ice, her phone and keys left with the Uber.
No one heard her cries for help in the twilight hours.
Neighbors found her unconscious, frozen to death the next day
at her old address. At 32 she had so much life to live, but
Fate had other plans. I wish I heard her cries that dreadful night,
I would have welcomed my neighbor and sheltered her pain.
Her back porch light still shines through my kitchen window
haunting me with that tragic night.