In loving memory of a dear husband
Died: 29th Mary 2007
Aged 67 years.
“Keep your eyes on the road!” I lectured Jack.
“I am! Calm down Betty!”
That’s when it hit.
A big oak tree was the last thing I saw before I was knocked unconscious. I felt like we were falling, falling into the unknown.
“Oh, Jack, I wish you were still here. I miss you.”
Jack had died in the car accident 2 months ago, I’d survived because, apparently, Jack had ‘cushioned my fall’ when we fell down the hill
I felt some kind of presence near-by, so I stood and looked across the vastness of the graveyard.
Nothing but gravestones, and I wouldn’t like to think what was beneath them.
Something touched my shoulder and whispered into my ear,
“I am still here. Wherever you are, just remember I won’t be more than 2 seconds away.”
Then the leaves on the ground whistled along the mossy mud, as if the wind was blowing amongst them.
I looked at Jack’s grave one last time, then back to the leaves.
Something was shining right in the centre of them.
I leant down and picked it up. A tear fell from my eye as I realised what it was; it was the ring Jack had when we got married. The only memory I had left from the best day of our lives – all of the pictures had decayed away.
“I love you, Jack.” I whispered.
I could faintly hear a reply from the trees which were gently swaying,
“I love you, too.”