Conversation…
She started walking towards me, and believe me boy! she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen. She walked to me with a profound grace and unbelievable confidence and asked if we could go home. I was brought back to present as I said yes, of course.
That car drive was probably the longest I’d ever drove. For the very first time I was afraid what was in her mind and guess so was she. We both remained silent for long time. I avoided the express-way for a journey home and took the countryside road we were so familiar with.
I stopped over at a place and asked if she remembered that location. She replied negatively. Told her it was the same place where we made love for the first time. We laughed how silly we were and how bad it went. We were reminded of all the amazing time we spent together. All the fights came back to us. and suddenly she started crying.
I took her into arms. Crys and sobs. Crys and sobs. sobs. sobs. silence.
She asked if we could be moving. Had this been any other day, I’d have started the car and moved on. But this wasn't. I embraced her tightly into my arms and told her everything was Okay and even if it weren't, we both would make it right.
A long time passed before she slept and I started driving again. I looked at her and realized how much I loved her. She was so tiny, so tired. I fell in love again and moved on with a sad smile…
“That was 20 years ago. I still don’t know how I was able to manage her chemotherapy sessions but somehow did. Your mother was the best thing that happened to me.” — I told our daughter, a grown up adult now.
