Orange

During that last visit:

One day we sat outside on my brother's porch, we in the sun. Him, in the shade tucked into a blanket.

 

His wife, a rock.

She tried to make everything lighter; smiling and laughing at whatever she could. They had an amazing attitude towards the whole ordeal.

 

We fooled around, using funny Messenger filters to take pictures.

 

Near their porch, there's an orange tree (with the most delicious oranges I've had). My brother's wife mentioned them, and offered us to try some.

 

We sat down with my brother and ate. Suddenly my brother decided to start throwing his leftover orange pieces at us, for fun, (or perhaps out of frustration).

It was a funny moment, a moment of calm. A moment of joy. An imagine that pierces the grief for just a bit.