A while back I visited a gift store that Gwen and I had shopped in a year ago at Christmas. This was the store where she surprised me by getting the figurine of a man and woman that I now cherish and have in a special place on the mantel. It was another of those first times without her. I'm learning that if I talk with people about this kind of experience they are always understanding and incredibly caring about it.
MEMORY FLOOD
A memory flood,
that gift shop
where you shopped for
my Christmas present.
Clearance, Christmas items,
memorial ornament,
faceless, heart of gold,
“Kept forever in the heart.”
Best of all, sweetheart,
75% off.
I told the woman in the store,
the owner,
about our last visit there;
you in the wheelchair,
how special it was.
She cried,
gave me some expensive
bonbons
one for you
one for me.
How sweet of her.
John A. Bayerl, 2-7-2011
Each time I have an experience like this it reminds me of how precious what we had was; something special that we created and then nurtured and grew for our time together. Of course I'm going to miss that--for a long, long time. In one of her letters she said: I love you and will always miss you when you're not here with me. Forever. I like all of that, especially the forever part.
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