The Familiar Skirt
As I sat in Carluccio’s in Spitalfields tonight, I realised that the lady on the next table, was wearing a skirt, that was very similar to one that C had sometimes worn in the last couple of years of her life.
I didn’t get emotional, but quietly wished to myself, that the lady didn’t sufer a similar fate to C. Last Thursday would have been C’s sixty-second birthday and next Tuesday would have been our forty-second wedding anniversary.
I could put a cliche in here but I won’t! Add one yourself!
The Anonymous Widower 
I think of C often and smile to myself when I remember her unique qualities. She was truly an exceptional lady and I’m so pleased to have shared happy times with you both.
Comment by Emma | September 1, 2010 |
Thanks, Emma
Comment by AnonW | September 2, 2010 |
Small things will forever trigger wonderful memories of the Lovely C….a lady with a skirt similar to hers…someone walking past wearing C’s favourite perfume….and more than once will you think you see her in a crowded place…knowing full well it cant be her…
C is still with you…in a way.
You had many happy years. Far more than some people will ever know.
And that I rejoice in.
Apricot
Comment by Pascali | September 2, 2010 |
She does give me strength in many strange ways.
Comment by AnonW | September 2, 2010 |