The warm summer breeze gently grazed my face as I walked an
eerie path that was dressed in grey. I came here looking for her. She was the
sunlight that ushered in bright rays which pierced through the thick black
clouds of the world I was raised in. There was no one before or after her that
could do that. Everyone always wanted something from you. Everyone met you or
spoke to you only because you had something that they wanted. It was either
friendship, money or some materialistic desire that only you could quench. She
was different. She never desired anything but my love and acceptance. My heart
flew out to her because she accepted me for who I was.
How do you know who are ones worth fighting for unless you know that they themselves are willing to fight for you? She did. She fought for me. We fought alongside. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. We shared so many memories under the sun. When the breeze would dance around her and lift those soft black curls while my hands were tightly wrapped around her slim waist with our eyes locked onto each other as we stumbled into such warm embrace and our lips would meet. No matter how many times we kissed… it always felt like the first time. Whenever she is beside me I feel complete. She is my greatest strength.
I felt a hand on my shoulders and it sent jolts down my spine. I could feel the blood rush faster in each and every vein within my body. I was emitting vibrations close to that of an adolescent boy in love. I turned back with a smile and saw reality stare me in the face with a grim look.
“Dad, you ran away again…”
“One cannot deny the place where ones heart wishes to flee.” I said.
“She’s no longer here…”
“Says who?” I asked.
My son kept staring at the tombstone before me. Maybe I had wandered off too far to even remember that she was no longer with me.
“It has been thirty years since mom passed away. I find it hard to deal with too but you must understand.”
“We had made a promise to stay together forever, son. I don’t expect you to understand till the day your time comes. I really loved your mother.”
“I loved mom too… but she’s gone and we need to accept that.”
“She isn’t gone anywhere, you fool! She has always been beside me, protecting and guiding us… our family like she always did. No matter how many thanks or how many flowers I leave her, it will never be enough to express the gratitude I have for her.”
We walked back home knowing that I would come here again. A breeze snuck its way around my ear; in that breeze I heard her voice saying the same things she said before the Lord took her away from me… “I’ll love you forever!”
How do you know who are ones worth fighting for unless you know that they themselves are willing to fight for you? She did. She fought for me. We fought alongside. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. We shared so many memories under the sun. When the breeze would dance around her and lift those soft black curls while my hands were tightly wrapped around her slim waist with our eyes locked onto each other as we stumbled into such warm embrace and our lips would meet. No matter how many times we kissed… it always felt like the first time. Whenever she is beside me I feel complete. She is my greatest strength.
I felt a hand on my shoulders and it sent jolts down my spine. I could feel the blood rush faster in each and every vein within my body. I was emitting vibrations close to that of an adolescent boy in love. I turned back with a smile and saw reality stare me in the face with a grim look.
“Dad, you ran away again…”
“One cannot deny the place where ones heart wishes to flee.” I said.
“She’s no longer here…”
“Says who?” I asked.
My son kept staring at the tombstone before me. Maybe I had wandered off too far to even remember that she was no longer with me.
“It has been thirty years since mom passed away. I find it hard to deal with too but you must understand.”
“We had made a promise to stay together forever, son. I don’t expect you to understand till the day your time comes. I really loved your mother.”
“I loved mom too… but she’s gone and we need to accept that.”
“She isn’t gone anywhere, you fool! She has always been beside me, protecting and guiding us… our family like she always did. No matter how many thanks or how many flowers I leave her, it will never be enough to express the gratitude I have for her.”
We walked back home knowing that I would come here again. A breeze snuck its way around my ear; in that breeze I heard her voice saying the same things she said before the Lord took her away from me… “I’ll love you forever!”
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