Wish You Could See

image: courtesy of Janssenfrank and taken from Wiki Commons

Mary sighed as she knelt down in front of the gravestone. Her hands did not tremble as they cleared away the grass and weeds that tried to cover the slab of cement, though her fingers lovingly traced the outline of the letters.

“It’s lonely without you, Warren. The boys aren’t home as often as they used to be, busy with work and school and friends. They don’t have as much time for their mother anymore.”

Terry had graduated high school with honors and was now attending university, his long-time girlfriend off and studying her way through dancing, his job not ending just because he had less time on his hands. If anything, he spent more time with his boss than with his mother.

“I don’t mind so much, Terrance is really coming into what he wants to be and I think he would make you proud with his dreams of going into law. He’s not just going to leave it to someone else to fix the mess that has often happened in our legal systems.”

Matt wasn’t in high school, not yet, but that was more because he hadn’t wanted to skip grades than anything else. Her little boy was smart and often spent time over with his brother at his workplace. Terry’s boss didn’t seem to mind and even let the pre-teen help out as well.

Mary smiled once more at her husband’s gravestone, “It seems that I am nothing more than a thought they have now and then, but I know that they still love me even if I don’t quite fit with them anymore.”

With a sigh, she stood.

“I wish you were here to grow old with me.”


This is a dual inspired post, part of it came from reading a post by Oliana this morning (nothingness) and also from the Light and Shade Challenge.

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About martha0stout

I like to read and write and hang out with my family and friends. I currently live on a farm and all that such a living entails.
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12 Responses to Wish You Could See

  1. Brrrr that hit home and dug at my heartstrings, my dear. That is one thing I always hoped to be rocking in my chair,not having to say a word because we both knew what the other was thinking:) Beautifully written, my dear!! xx

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  2. You write such wonderful stories, this one is both beautiful and sad, I can see Mary kneeling in front of her husband’s grave stone speaking to him. Just beautiful.

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  3. joetwo says:

    That was bittersweet. Very well done!

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  4. Ally says:

    Bittersweet and nicely told

    Enjoyed

    Ally 🙂

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  5. Uma says:

    A sweet and sad tale. Very well told 🙂

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  6. Tara R. says:

    Sounds like a life ending far too soon. Tugs at your heart.

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