hewaits

I was so lonely that I decided to take a walk in my favorite garden. The garden in Rockglen Park had been where I met Keith. We had taken many walks in the park when we were dating. Along one of the many flower lined paths there was a wishing well.
Keith used to take a penny out of his pocket, and toss it into the well. Many times we would kid about all of our dreams coming true. In a way, they had.

    We had fulfilled our dreams of getting married, and continued to love each other very much. Our lives were filled with romantic moments from the time we met. One of his favorite things to do was to leave a pink rose for me by my pillow. There was always a note attached that said, I WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS.

      Our loving days turned into months, and we were finally able to save enough for a small town house near our work. Keith was a firefighter and I spent my hours working at the Hospital as a nurse. He'd come home covered in black soot from a hard days work, and proceed to get it all over my face. He would kiss me when
he came through the door and swing me around.

     I knew that his job was very dangerous, which worried me a great deal. I was always happy to see him come home with out too many cuts and bruises.

     One evening, three months ago, I heard a knock on our front door. It was close to the time he should be coming home, so I thought he had forgotten his key. When I opened the front door, there stood his Chief and Lieutenant. They had grim looks on their faces. The news of Keith dying in the fire was devistating and I passed out. I woke up in the very Hospital where I work and began the long road of grief. My grief was so deep that none of my friends and family were able to reach me. I cried for hours and still do.

While walking in the park near our favorite wishing well, I began to cry. I felt a cold chill come over me, and the trees began to move as if guided by a breeze. Off in the distance I could barely make out a smoke like shape in the distance. I shivered. "I will love you always," I heard. It sounded like Keith's voice echoing in the wind. As I froze in silence, the vision dissolved.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Sitting there on the ledge of the wishing well, was a pink rose. "I will love you always," echoed in my thoughts. Keith had found a way to ease my pain from his death. I still walk in the garden and go to the wishing well to make myself feel better. I've never seen the apparition again, but I know that HE WAITS FOR ME.