Everlasting

Prologue

PrologueIt will be nine months, tomorrow.

Nine months since Ava passed.

She was 83 years old when breast cancer took her.

By the end, that lively (at times, almost fierce) spirit of hers took a beating.

So, when she finally surrendered the fight, it was something of a mercy.

I won’t try to tell you how much I miss her.

I couldn’t anyway.

That language hasn’t been fashioned yet.

What I will do is introduce you to her. The Ava I first encountered, unbowed by time or disease.