When — Is Summer Months

“When is summer months?”

Leo blinked, mouth opening and closing. “The calendar… I was just…” when is summer months

“Gramps,” Sam said, voice thick. “You asked when is summer months?” “When is summer months

Leo had scooped him up, pointed to June, July, and August—the three fat blocks of red letters. “These three, buddy. Summer lives right here.” “When is summer months?” Leo blinked

It wasn’t that Leo had forgotten. It was that his grandson, Sam, had asked him the question seven years ago, on the day before he left for deployment. Sam had been six, holding a melted popsicle, staring at the same calendar.

Sam turned and wrapped his arms around the old man. “Right now, Gramps. Summer is right now.”

Leo nodded, tears spilling down the furrows of his cheeks.