Saturday, June 19, 2010

Farewell

"Farewell," I whispered with a sadness that sent a chill through my wife's warm body. I turned and began walking toward the gate, a joy wrapping itself quietly around me with each step. I knew I should turn back, reach for her, grasp at the quickly fading light, anything to indicate I was fighting for my life; it was expected of me. Instead, I moved ahead with only slightly less than reckless abandon as those old pearl gates swung open and I heard the choir sing.

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2 comments:

  1. Victoria JK DunnJune 24, 2010 at 5:13 PM

    This is so sad extra sad today since My friend's Dad just died.

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  2. HeatherJune 24, 2010 at 6:55 PM

    So sorry Vicki. As you mentioned in one of your pieces, that time has come. Parents and friends starting to argue, fight, and occasionally loose to the Grim Reaper.

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