Lila’s symphony

in front of her by the sun, which appeared like a molten ember sinking into the horizon. Lila had lived a life filled with both h

er and she had a playful sparkle in her eyes, giving the impression of a young woman. Standing next to her was a man who mirrored her

. Strong and sun-kissed, with a laugh that could chase away the stormiest clouds, he was a farmhand. Lil

et kisses beneath the hay bales. As a sign of their developing love, they were married yo

esting in the autumn, and spending warm evenings by a roaring fire in the winter. Despite his rough hands from working the farm,

intry blizzard. With a sorrowful farewell, John, her John, marched

ughter that had formerly filled the house echoing hollowly in her heart. Every dawn

roken pieces of her heart. There would be no John coming home. They referred to him

never-ending cycle of loss and renewal as the years stretched into decades. She reared their kids, s

y of tales, with every crease serving as a lyric and every gray hair as a note in her life's tune. The bittersweet symph

mouth and down her face. Though John was the song that resonated most in her heart, it wasn't only for him. She had lived a life that was a

of her life would play on, a bittersweet symphony resonating through the co