Thanks.

Way back machine to February 19th: Typical day, much like yesterday and probably tomorrow, my husband was doing his thing, me, mine. I didn't see him leave for his rehab PT, no problem he'd be back in a couple of hours. A couple of hours later cops show up to inform me I was a widow. Very untypical day, might even say unique at least for me. So, my tomorrow would be very different (if I would have any) and my late husband wouldn't have any more.

Yesterday is gone and done.
Tomorrow may never come.
Today is unique; there will never be another exactly like it.

The daffodils in our back yard are starting to bloom.