Shadow of the Last Memory -Part 3 - Last
I thought if only you’re here with me now telling this story to our grandchildren, how wonderful it would be…you have always been the classical type. Somehow a woman of the meadows. The lady of the rise and set of the sun. And the lady of my life.
But an unexpected turn of the event brought the news upon us. I woke up knowing you’re never to be found near me. I was called you left. In my mind, you left with another man. You left not letting me know. I got to your place and run inside. …… moments later, I was back at my place.
There I am, back at my bedroom bed. Staring at nothing but an old picture of you and I. staring at it for hours and hours. Staring at it with your memory at my side. Why Bell? Why?.....you left me without saying goodbye. You left me without knowing the pain you’ve always had. You left, never telling me, you’re having our first baby…but you’re gone…and so is she….
Years passed, and all are still clear to me. Here I am now writing this letter as you have always hoped for. A promise I made to you long ago, to bury it that very same place where our dreams were born. And it is where it shall rest….with nothing but our memory and the last thing your father gave me before I left your house…the last thing he said you were holding, ….. the necklace I gave on that day…December 5, 1956….
To my Bell, the woman of my life…I shall be with you soon…just wait for me…wait and I’ll be there…
With all my heart,
Jesse…
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This is the last part :D. Thank you very much for your time..hope you enjoyed it. God bless
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