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Oct. 16, 2004 A very special man, my dad, was sick. I went and spent days by his side. Telling him of the wonderful life that lie ahead. Smiles and tears we shared, from a pride we both felt for my wife. Soon after, he, returned Home to Heaven. The last time I saw my wife, a week prior, she'd come to me, driving for hours to be by my side, and to carry an innocent shell home, to lie in eternal peace. Flowers, she bought. A beautiful bouquet of roses and mini carnations, all arranged in a delicate, beautiful vase. Bringing me peace, comfort, and a ray of sunshine to shine, on my heart darkened with sorrow, from the baby innocent, my pride and joy, who too, was called back Home to Heaven. Before I left, I yelled and screamed and called her names, and told her what she'd done from her heart, was not what I wanted, and she shouldn't have come that day, as I stomped away. I called home every night, words of comfort and support she gave. Yet, when I returned home after months being gone, all the signs of a darkened heart, a darkened soul, a death within, were seen. The lawn wasn't mowed and was pretty well dead, weeds grown high. She hates weeds. The yard always groomed and perfectly manicured, each time I'd arrived in the past. I openend the gate leading to the back yard, the beautiful flowers, the arrangements she's made to place on the graves of the innocent buried, all covered in black plastic bags. The ones that weren't covered in black were covered by, the tall dead grass. I opened the door and there she stood. A shell, not of the life, the sparkle and pride I'd seen in my wife for months this year. A shell of darkness. An empty shell, walking and talking on earth. No emotions at all. No bounce in her step, no love could I see, no pride for herself. No teardrops of sadness, not even a spark of angry fire, came from her eyes. Just a blank stare. Oh, what I fool I feel today. How I'd give anything to see that wonderful, lively, spirit of life again. The love, the pride, the honor and happiness, shining through from inside. The sparkle of her eyes, twinkling so bright. The bounce in her step, that beautiful smile, that lit up the room, brighter than the sun, that shines today. To see the love of her heart, bringing the sunshine through. I'm not asking for me to have the love that was in her heart. Just the love, the brightness of her, to shine everyday, as it did before I foolishly denied her that worldwide honor and pride, of crossing the finish line, that had come her way, that I, so ignorantly, selfishly, stole. God Bless You, All. ------------ About the author Tracey Lin O'Very: I write from my heart as the words are given to me. He lives in our hearts and helps me, through my writings. Although I think that I am writing for others, quite often it is written for me, to help me and get me through the times of my life. Not all are saddened times and some things are really quite fun. The majority of my writings have messages in them of an awareness that needs to be seen and practiced more often in today's times by more of today's people of this modern society. Email: spaceylin@yahoo.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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