Dear Sheldon,<\/p>\n
I walked up the path….\u00a0the one where snow crunched beneath our boots… that day. \u00a0\u00a0I remember listening to sound of our steps, thinking spring will soon be here. \u00a0It never came for me. \u00a0That winter day etched into my heart so deep and froze me in time. \u00a0You never knew that. \u00a0You moved on. \u00a0You went to war, to work, to life. \u00a0I went to sleep. \u00a0I went to sleep in a winter so deep I never felt the sun again. \u00a0How could you know? \u00a0You never looked back.<\/p>\n
I remember your shadow in the middle of those two huge pine trees as you walked away. \u00a0Your shoulders were broad and strong. \u00a0You were so sure you were choosing the right thing. \u00a0I was so sure I would die if you took one more step. \u00a0I keep holding my breath thinking you would turn around… it would all be a dream or a joke… but you didn’t. \u00a0I sat for hours where you left me on the ground there beneath the trees that were the only living thing that heard my scream as life and living left me.<\/p>\n
They brought you back today. \u00a0Planted you across the way on the ridge. \u00a0I didn’t go watch it. No one knew I wasn’t there. \u00a0No one knew I knew. \u00a0No one knew I cared. \u00a0I just waited \u00a0and then walked to the last place we were together.<\/p>\n
I wondered a few times if you ever thought of me. \u00a0If you had any regrets. When I was 50, I stopped thinking that way. \u00a0I started to believe you didn’t. \u00a0Now I will never know.<\/p>\n
Today I sat beneath the one pine tree left on the hilltop. \u00a0I didn’t scream this time. \u00a0I didn’t even cry. \u00a0I just started waiting. \u00a0Waiting for my time to be planted.<\/p>\n
yours forever,<\/p>\n
Darvene Harless.<\/p>\n
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