Every day I walk to the park and sit on the bench that allows me to view the gazebo that holds so many fond memories for me.
I remember Billy, my very first boyfriend, kissing me at this gazebo on New Year's Eve that year and I swear I think my toes tingled.
My “husband to be” danced with me on this gazebo so many years ago and I thought we were dancing in heaven. We married six months after that dance.
Then there were all the picnics that my husband, children and I went on as we sat in the gazebo sharing our fried chicken and potato salad. Holding me close, we watched the children play on the park gym and laughed at silly jokes.
One day, my casket will be on this gazebo as my family tells me goodbye. There will be tears and beautiful music, a picnic lunch and family mingling with each other. But I won't be there.
I sigh heavily, and slowly walk back to my hospice bed. (173 words)
Photo credit ©Dawn M. Miller
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