She remembered sunshine streaming through the trees, the wind whipping
past her as she leaned out the window of his speeding Corvette. She
remembered long walks on the beach, her hand clasped in his as their
barefeet tread through wet sand and salty ocean. She remembered lying on
their backs on a blanket of grass watching shooting stars collide with
the atmosphere. They had promised to never let go that night, promised
to never forget this crazy thing called love.
She remembered the day they were married, floating down the aisle in a white satin dress and holding a bouquet of soft pink roses. She remembered crying as he slid a simple gold band onto her finger and called her wife. She remembered smiling as they were introduced to the crowd, One before God and Man. She remembered flying away in a horse-drawn carriage, waving back to people now long gone. They promised to love, to cherish, to honor. Promised to never forget.
She remembered fighting, angry words filtering through pursed lips. She remembered words that could never be taken back, feelings that had been hurt. She remembered apologies and long hugs, making up and forgetting what had been said or done. She remembered the taste of tears, both happy and sad, holding his hand after they had both been so mad. She could almost taste the regret they both felt. They promised to never fight again, how many times did they break that?
She remembered their first born child. Coming home from the hospital and realizing they had so much left to learn. She remembered long nights filled with fussy babies and empty stomachs and sleepy brains. She remembered family picnics in the summer, flying kites and dancing to "Ring-Around-A-Rosie". Ashes, ashes, they all fell down in a heap of giggles and flailing limbs. They promised to always keep these memories close, even when times were hard.
She remembered so many things, so many happy moments and sad. Moments long gone, people long dead. As she stares at the coffin that holds her husband, she remembers the last thing he said. She stands and goes over to him, caresses his cheek one last time, she leans over to kiss him. She looks at him, a fleeting wish that he would wake up goes through her mind. Softly she whispers, "I promise to never let go, never forget this crazy thing called love".
She remembered the day they were married, floating down the aisle in a white satin dress and holding a bouquet of soft pink roses. She remembered crying as he slid a simple gold band onto her finger and called her wife. She remembered smiling as they were introduced to the crowd, One before God and Man. She remembered flying away in a horse-drawn carriage, waving back to people now long gone. They promised to love, to cherish, to honor. Promised to never forget.
She remembered fighting, angry words filtering through pursed lips. She remembered words that could never be taken back, feelings that had been hurt. She remembered apologies and long hugs, making up and forgetting what had been said or done. She remembered the taste of tears, both happy and sad, holding his hand after they had both been so mad. She could almost taste the regret they both felt. They promised to never fight again, how many times did they break that?
She remembered their first born child. Coming home from the hospital and realizing they had so much left to learn. She remembered long nights filled with fussy babies and empty stomachs and sleepy brains. She remembered family picnics in the summer, flying kites and dancing to "Ring-Around-A-Rosie". Ashes, ashes, they all fell down in a heap of giggles and flailing limbs. They promised to always keep these memories close, even when times were hard.
She remembered so many things, so many happy moments and sad. Moments long gone, people long dead. As she stares at the coffin that holds her husband, she remembers the last thing he said. She stands and goes over to him, caresses his cheek one last time, she leans over to kiss him. She looks at him, a fleeting wish that he would wake up goes through her mind. Softly she whispers, "I promise to never let go, never forget this crazy thing called love".
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