Monday, November 18, 2013
THANK YOU, Tess, for Magpie Tales..
I can't imagine that you will actually receive this. Perhaps you have longevity in you as we do in our family.
By rights, we both could have passed on to our eternal rest by now. This old woman, reading your letter, little resembles the scarlet tressed girl you just proposed to.
Did anyone know your mind? I didn't. We spoke rarely before you left the hospital, poor wounded soul, and yet our tiny flirtation seemed to stir within you a dream of permanence only now uncovered.
Life is so odd, don't you think? I have sadly survived my sister Anne, who introduced us. And she the beauty I was sure you fancied. Yet here am I holding your letter, found neatly folded at the bottom of a faded bundle.
Who unsealed it and then put it aside, for me to never see, until a moment ago, sixty years later?
I led a good life, lost much I loved. Perhaps similar to yours. At the end we are all so much alike. Looking for clues as memory fades. Was this really me?
I wonder now if you survived the war. Or gone perhaps these many years. Maybe my words will just shake up your ghost.
Eyesight faded, I sit daily at the window of my daughter's home, wishing for life to be a dream. Today it became one. If you are still willing, I think I will say yes for you to come to call.
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