Even the sky cries for you

Dropped my family off at the airport this morning. Watched them walk through the doors and disappear then I turned up the music and drove away. The farther I drove the louder I made the music - I didn't want to cry today.

Stopped off to get some groceries. Walked down each isle grabbing my favorites - whatever looked good and was semi healthy. Something for lunch and something for dinner. Worked on my smiling - I didn't want to cry today.

Paid for my things and placed them in the car. Cleaned out the trash that had collected and headed home. Saw the fire I had been smelling for days; it was closer to our apartment than I had thought. Not sure what it was but pretty sure it was controlled.

Kept driving and started to notice the black leaves whooshing in the breeze. Pulled into our apartment complex as the leaves and ashes got thicker and thicker. The 'good' spot was open but I pulled into the garage instead in fear of ashes covering my car and messing it up. Had to back up three times and then drive back around and try again before I made it into the tight space. I need to work on that.

Piled the bio hazards with handles onto my arms and into my hands and headed to the door. Wondered if I should hold my breath as the leaves fell and swirled all around me. A thought popped into my head: Even the sky is crying today. I unlocked the door, walked up the steps, set down the bags. Then I cried. I cried and cried and cried. My family is gone, even Sister.

I'm not good at goodbyes. Stupid crying sky.