OUR BENCH
OUR BENCH
We first met on this bench, each of us taking a breather while walking our dogs. A year later both dogs attended our wedding.
Over time we added two children, and we’d sit on our bench drinking Thermos tea while they threw stones into the waves.
We sat here after his diagnosis.
‘You must do this when I’m gone,’ he said.
‘It wouldn’t be the same without you.’
He took my hand. ‘I’ll be here.’
I couldn’t, until now.
Today’s my birthday – he always remembered my birthday – and he hasn’t forgotten. Look! he’s drawn me a heart.
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I do believe in an afterlife, and there are times when I feel someone I've loved and lost is close. True or not, it's a comfort.
Thakns to Roger Bultot for the photo - he must send a regular supply to Rochelle, who hosts our little group on her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ To read other stories prompted by this image, follow the froggy link on her blog.
