06.29.08
Tarrying Ripples
Seven words gracing a thread of ribbon on top of the coffin was all it took to sever my heart to pieces. “Thank you for being my best friend,”
it read. No, in the end, the octogenarian did not thank her for being his wife. He remembered her as his lifelong friend. I was pierced, but the seven simple words were wisdom and comfort nonetheless.
…and if my time comes,
how shall you remember me?
…and if you go –-
don’t go.
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rian said,
June 29, 2008 at 4:39 pm
I could relate this to an old age adage that says ‘marry someone you know you could talk heartily, like a friend, till your last breath’
Miracle ♪♫ said,
June 29, 2008 at 6:23 pm
=)
…and if I marry that I’ll do, and I know, so shall you.
Thanks for coming by, Rai. =)
Prince Alarming said,
June 30, 2008 at 2:13 am
wow! nice! intense!
Miracle ♪♫ said,
June 30, 2008 at 2:51 am
Thank you, Franz… for being one of my best friends. hehe =)