The Sun that Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)

The day he died
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.