Tuesday, December 8, 2009

His Everything

Small town kids, met at church, high school sweethearts. Their first kiss was the first for both. Married young. He was drafted, thankfully, after the war. Away two years. Kids followed and filled the years. The empty nest was an adjustment, but they were committed. Anniversaries passed; soon fifty years were behind them. They felt blessed to miss the unending illness that friends encountered. Early Easter morning, he heard her cough and gasp as her body jerked. He forced himself awake, knowing she was gone. He said she was his everything after the service.

By Christmas, he’d met and married Beth.

4 comments:

  1. Found you via Glynn. Enjoy your writing.

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  2. he up and got married again. guess he's not use to living alone.

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  3. Jim: I've seen this so many times. I've told my husband that he has to let one Christmas letter go by before he can move on. I want one entire Christmas letter to extol my virtues and then he is free to remarry.

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  4. Jim, there's so much truth here, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Or both.

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