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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.21.05.549]] |
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I gathered up the rest of her belongings, and carefully packed them in a sturdy box, although I had no address to send them too. Gone was the bottle of lotion, long since used on face, and the occasional nightly trip to dreamland, where she always waited for me. Into the box went the teddy bears, the knickknacks; the jewelry hastily left behind in flight. Into the box went my life with her. I scoured the house, closets, drawers, under the seats of my automobiles, for traces of her. The pieces of our life together fit into the box easily, she had always packed well and quickly. I happened upon an address to send the box; third class mail was a conscious choice. So it was done, no more the daily reminders, the 'art' on the wall, the teddy bears leering taunting stare. No more the stray sock in the drawer, triggering memories both fond and false. No more the constant pain of knowing she was gone and not returning. I had my son take a chisel to the driveway, where she had etched a heart and our names in the wet concrete of the new driveway. God bless my child, he knew that I could not bring myself to do it, and how necessary it was to our lives. The funeral was short, no words were said but good bye and few tears were shed. But it is done, buried and posted off. Life is good. Life is really good. |