I am starting this Blog with a short story… At least I hope I am, having tried yesterday but missed something and so it didn’t post… 😉
The Single ….
It was Thursday, the day I always visited her grave. The bus came and I asked the driver for a single to the cemetery.
“They are all singles to the cemetery” He said.
I smiled, it was a standing joke between us.
Alighting at the gates, I realised I had left the single rose behind. I had never done that before. She would have laughed at this memory lapse. Indeed, in my mind I could hear her singing now.
“You don’t bring me flowers, any more …”
I tided her grave, picking up the strewn leaves and washing the headstone which bore her name, and a single word at the bottom: Resurgam.
Aloud, I read a page from her favourite book, as always, smiling quietly at the intrigued listeners not far away. It was something I had promised her I would do for a year after she had gone.
Today was the last time, leaving some pages unread. Tempus breve …
Within a few months I would see her again. In the better Place.
The doctors were sure my time was limited. I didn’t care and they were mystified as to why. I would be with my Ellen again soon, but they had no need to know that.
They were doctors; logical, rational, scientifically minded people, and none of them believed in life after death.
They had no understanding of a single ticket.
I do; Ellen did.
@ Michael McFarland 06022015