Happy Monday everyone!
31
May 2014
Kelley's
Not-So-Dead Husband
After
her husband died, Kelley just wasn't the same. She didn't cry much
because she just couldn't. Instead at night she just drifted to sleep
out of pure exhaustion from constant grief riding on her shoulders.
She often woke up grasping the pillow that still smelled like him.
She would fall asleep heartbroken then wake up happy only to be
shattered as soon as she realized it was all a dream.
One
night, as Kelley slept, she was softly nudged awake. It was him. It
was her husband. It was all a bad dream!
“I
can't sleep,” he whispered to her, breathing softly on her neck as
he nuzzled closer to her in bed.
Kelley
opened her eyes. Her bed was drenched from the cold sweat she woke up
in. Frantically she searched her bed. He wasn't there anymore! He was
just there, she can still feel his breath on her neck. That's when
she noticed what she was holding. She was clutching the shirt they
cremated him in. Her mind was racing. It is impossible for her to
have his shirt!
“Mommy?
Daddy told me last night that he couldn't sleep,” Kelley looked at
her doorway, still unsure as to what was going on when her son walked
in, “Mommy, the box daddy is in keeps talking in his voice.”
Kelley
was horrified. She looked at her son with complete shock then looked
back at the shirt in her hands. All that remained was ash and the
shirt was gone.
1
June 2014
Il
l'aime, Elle l'aime
He
looked at her,
She
looked at him,
Their
eyes locked
And
sparks flew!
He
went to speak,
So
did she,
No
words did come
But
smiles graced them.
They
sat with sushi
And
whispered in a corner,
He
loved her gentleness,
She
loved his blue eyes.
They
fell in love that day,
They
kept falling in love,
He
yearned for her daily
And
she dreamt of him nightly.
A
mutual fondness,
A
mutual appreciation,
Il
l'aime
Et elle l'aime.
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