Post by Rhonda on Jun 21, 2009 5:46:43 GMT -5
Wherever you go..."
By Bob Perks
They always left notes for each other.
"Missing you!"
"Remember I love you!"
And one particular one that was used over
and over.
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too."
That one, was written on the back of an
index card, folded and then cut small enough
to fit into a pocket.
Although they were rarely apart in later years,
when they were, they could each expect to find
those words on their journey.
The card was so worn that the words were barely
readable. It didn't matter. They knew the
message by heart.
Melva and Frank were loved by all so it came as
no surprise that on the day of his passing the
funeral procession would be huge.
Melva was under the watchful eye of her family
as they worried about how she could possibly
go on without him.
On the final day of the viewing, when called to
say her last goodbye, Melva walked slowly up to
the casket, and as expected, slipped the tiny worn
out piece of paper into his pocket.
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too!" she whispered.
Like a script from a classic love story, it would
only be days later, that Melva would be found
in her home peacefully awaiting her retrun to Frank's
side.
Although not a medical term, she died of a broken heart.
The family and community still struggling with Frank's
passing had little time to worry about her.
"Truthfully, it came as no surprise," one was overheard
saying.
What did surprise them and still remains a topic of
conversation was what they discovered on the last day
of Melva's funeral.
One of her children standing by her casket thought it
proper to complete her final journey by slipping a
piece of paper into her pocket.
Yes, with the words, "Wherever you go, my love goes, too!"
Tears now gently flowing, the oldest child began to
hide the note in Mother's pocket, when she discovered
something already there.
Her head thingyed slightly in wonder as she grasped
the slip between her two fingers.
"What is this?" she whispered softly.
There was a gasp, a sigh then followed by joyful weeping.
It was an old worn out slip of paper with the words,
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too," scribbled in
father's handwriting.
No one said a word as she returned the original to its proper
place.
I am sure this will be the topic of discussion at family
gatherings for years to come. Not questioning how this could
have happened, just that it did.
As you journey out today, my friend...
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too!"
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob
By Bob Perks
They always left notes for each other.
"Missing you!"
"Remember I love you!"
And one particular one that was used over
and over.
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too."
That one, was written on the back of an
index card, folded and then cut small enough
to fit into a pocket.
Although they were rarely apart in later years,
when they were, they could each expect to find
those words on their journey.
The card was so worn that the words were barely
readable. It didn't matter. They knew the
message by heart.
Melva and Frank were loved by all so it came as
no surprise that on the day of his passing the
funeral procession would be huge.
Melva was under the watchful eye of her family
as they worried about how she could possibly
go on without him.
On the final day of the viewing, when called to
say her last goodbye, Melva walked slowly up to
the casket, and as expected, slipped the tiny worn
out piece of paper into his pocket.
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too!" she whispered.
Like a script from a classic love story, it would
only be days later, that Melva would be found
in her home peacefully awaiting her retrun to Frank's
side.
Although not a medical term, she died of a broken heart.
The family and community still struggling with Frank's
passing had little time to worry about her.
"Truthfully, it came as no surprise," one was overheard
saying.
What did surprise them and still remains a topic of
conversation was what they discovered on the last day
of Melva's funeral.
One of her children standing by her casket thought it
proper to complete her final journey by slipping a
piece of paper into her pocket.
Yes, with the words, "Wherever you go, my love goes, too!"
Tears now gently flowing, the oldest child began to
hide the note in Mother's pocket, when she discovered
something already there.
Her head thingyed slightly in wonder as she grasped
the slip between her two fingers.
"What is this?" she whispered softly.
There was a gasp, a sigh then followed by joyful weeping.
It was an old worn out slip of paper with the words,
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too," scribbled in
father's handwriting.
No one said a word as she returned the original to its proper
place.
I am sure this will be the topic of discussion at family
gatherings for years to come. Not questioning how this could
have happened, just that it did.
As you journey out today, my friend...
"Wherever you go, my love goes, too!"
"I wish you enough!"
J
Bob