For Your Eyes Only
When I completed Forever Love, I thought that Davina’s novel, “Second Harvest” would make a wonderful story. Now and then I write a scene. Unfortunately, the scenes come to me in no particular order. I’m sharing with you one that may be the beginning to Second Harvest. Let me know what you think about it.
I looked down on my husband, Gray, for the last time. He was as handsome as when I first met him over twenty-five years ago. His hair had a few grey specks. I didn’t mind. So did mine. I touched his hair. I used to love the feel of the thick strands between my fingers.
I traced my fingers along the wrinkles around his eyes. The lines were deep from many years of squinting into the bright sun of spring and summer when his days started early and lasted late into the night. Then I ran my finger down to his mouth and traced the fullness of his lips. Oh, how we loved to kiss each other as though our lips were made for each other. I watched his mouth, waiting for a smile that I knew was not to come. I would miss his smile the most.
His collar and tie were perfect. He looked handsome in his black suit. I remembered when he had bought it. It was for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, and he wanted to treat me with dinner and dancing. I had just arrived home from the salon. I had my hair and nails done.
“You have thirty minutes to get ready before the limo arrives,” he told me as he handed me a bouquet of eleven red roses.
I remembered the thrill of getting dressed and going out on the town with Gray. I had never felt more in love with him. I smiled as I remembered the night.
I patted his chest as if to confirm that this was happening, a final reality check. “I love you, Gray,” I said softly. “I’m sorry we didn’t have time to get it right again. You don’t know how much I wanted to make us work.”
A hand touched my shoulder, startling me. “Mom, it’s time.”
I leaned down and kissed Gray one last time. “Goodbye, my love. I will miss you.”
I stepped back and watched as the funeral director opened the doors to the chapel and let in the first of many visitors who came to offer their condolences for the loss of the man whose absence I would forever grieve.