We used to love sitting over there watching the boats go by, didn’t we? I remember one day we had a trivial conversation along the lines of ‘how’s work, how’s your mum, what did you have for lunch, you need a haircut…will you marry me?’ You should have seen your face. You had a fit of giggles and then said ‘no!’ Then you looked me in the eye and said ‘of course I’ll marry you’! We sat hand in hand and watched as the sun went down behind the old oak tree.
Then your sun set, too soon. Why? I blamed myself. I blamed your family, I blamed the doctors. I blamed God, how dare he? I was angry, so angry. But it was nobody’s fault. These things happen. To some. To you.
That was a long time ago, and here I am watching the boats go by just as we used to. The bench is still over there. It’s become weather-worn and wobbly, a bit like me. The oak tree’s still here. It doesn’t look a day older, unlike me!
There’s just one thing missing. You are missing. You.
Thanks to Sadje for hosting What Do You See?
Image credit; Llia Bronskiy
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Keith this is a very poignant story! The loss of a partner is a great loss. Thanks for joining in.
Of that I have no doubt. Thanks so much. Sadje.
Most welcome Keith.
A heartfelt story, Keith. I felt the sense of loss deeply in this one. Great take on the prompt.
Thanks for your kind words, Suzette.
You are most welcome. Keith.
What a lovely, though sad, story. Thank you.
That’s much appreciated, thanks, Denise.
Beautifully written, Keith. Sadly, one of the two usually goes first. More sadly, and too often, the one that departs is too soon.
Being single, it’s something I won’t experience. I can’t imagine how it feels. Thank you, Dale.
Once upon a time, you were not…
I unfortunately can.
Indeed.
Beautifully done, but… well, more than sad.
Thanks, Chris.
A sad remembrance.. but so well done…
Thanks Jodi, not my usual style so I’m pleased it came across that way. Thank you.
So bittersweet
Thanks so much, Beth.
Heartbreaking Keith.
Thanks, Di.
What a sad memory but so heartfelt. I love this wonderful story, dear Keith.
warm and sad and moving – hmmmm
It’s sad when this happens. You made the story come alive.