When I was a young man I was moonstruck by a girl named Jean. I maneuvered a date through her step-sister, and it was on the first or second date that we walked side by side. As we walked, I calculated an opportune time for my fingers to touch hers. It was a bold move, and I worried she would think ill of me, but it was rewarded. Without a glance sideways, she put her hand in mine. I felt a thrill, an electric-filled moment still fresh in my memory. We walked, holding hands for some time. She was a lady, and from my farm boy's perspective, well above my station. I held out no real hope, but it was destined that we would one day marry. After that, we most often walked hand-in-hand all the time, wherever we went. Fifty odd years later I sat beside her hospital bed and held that same hand. Miraculously, her hands still felt young and supple. I kissed her hand and her fingers, and told her for the last time that she was my darling girl. Moments later she slipped away. When I consider all the thoughtless things I did, and all the mistakes I made during our time together, walking hand-in-hand was not one of them.
THIS IS ONE VERY GOOD WRITE THAT WAS THOROUGHLY ENJOYED. THE BITTERSWEET SENTIMENTS THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORK IS SO TOUCHING. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
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