Don’t Cry Sweetheart

Jennifer Estes
2 min readSep 13, 2023
Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash

I hear her call my name from afar. I cross the realm to come to her. She is in the shower, and she is crying. I envelop her in the indigo-blue mist of my being. I whisper gently in her ear…Don’t cry, sweetheart, I am right here..

I am in California, visiting with my parents. I am at the Beaverhead, catching the big ol fish. I am on the most pristine golf course drinking a beer. I am beside you as you need me.

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Jennifer Estes

I am a widow, a mortician, a mom, and grandma. I write about grief, caregiving, substance use disorder, and the death care industry.