Saturday, July 2, 2016
The Spirit Within: The Anniversary Train is coming!
The Spirit Within: The Anniversary Train is coming!: The Anniversary train is coming, I hear the whistle and see the smoke stack filling the clear blue skies with black smoke, it gets closer an...
The Anniversary Train is coming!
The Anniversary train is coming, I hear the whistle and see the smoke stack filling the clear blue skies with black smoke, it gets closer and closer, the smell fills my senses with fear to get on that train, for it is the train of memories from July 14th to today.
This train will take me down a path I don't wish to go, yet the memories help me to heal yes still after three years, this train is filled with mental pictures of a 4th of July gathering with friends at our home, where we laughed and jumped when the neighbor's fire works went off. There are the memories of sitting in the hot tub on the 5th of July and enjoying the oldies but goodies and sharing a glass of wine together and talking about a day trip we were planning to make on our 8th Anniversary on August 6th.
We were excited to plan it out with details about picnics, and where we would stop to share that picnic of lobster rolls, drink and condiments. We decided not to take the GTO as we were off the woods of Maine and surely it would break down, that was just our luck you know. We would even stop at Small Falls and listen to the sounds created by Mother Nature.
Another glass of wine and a few more songs, then it was in the house to put on our night ware and watch a movie on Netflix and eventually crawl in bed where there was peace and tranquility and always cuddle until sleep finally settled in.
The memory of cutting and splitting wood in the intense heat and humidity of July 2013, Seeing the sweat coming through his shirt and he cut on tree length of wood with "perseverance" as he called it, never once complaining he was hot or tired. How he smiled when he was offered an ice cold lemonade, and I watched as he placed the glass on his sweaty brow, knowing how good it felt to him.
The train has a memory of us sitting on the swing, in the evening after dinner and watching the skies turn from hot pink, to purple to dark gray, another day is over "honeybunny" he would say, and all is well on home front.
On Wednesday July 10 we went for a ride in the GTO around the loop, no moose, no deer were seen, but that was ok, another time we thought. There was always tomorrow. On the way home we stopped to see a child hood friend of mine who lives in Skowhegan, he was a Masonic brother to Bill, both bikers so they had something in common besides me. It was fun sharing about my friend Peter Diller on the way home and how he use to run away, just down the road with Fluff and Nestle's Quik and a spoon! Bill laughed, he loved hear about such things.
On Sunday, July 14th after he had read his emails, done a few things on line and had a great breakfast of eggs, ham, home fries, toast and coffee he announced he was going fishing. He was like a little boy, off on an adventure. I watched as he loaded his little boat on the back of his truck with his new wench, made it easier on his old body he said. Poles packed, worms dug and he was off...a kiss and wave and I'll see you at dark thirty with suppah, yes suppah, despite the fact he was a "flat lander; he talked Mainah! He giggled and was on his way! God how I love him I thought.
The Anniversary train brings memories of 8PM when a green truck drives up my drive way, and I think perfect timing, as the salads are sitting on the counter and the skillet is waiting for the catch of the day, but wait it is not Bill, it is someone else!
The Game Warden!!!! I greet him and he introduces himself, and then asks, "Holly did Bill go fishing today?" I grinned and said yes, while my mind thought he maybe forgot his license, but I was soon to learn than was not the case! Holly we found Bill's boat but not Bill!" My ears heard that but my brain did not register, I sat on the steps, and my mind raced. Warden Rick Clowry who soon became a very good friend of mine and my children asked if I had family around, friends who could come by, he would not leave until someone was there with me.
The Anniversary train is moving faster now, it is almost in front of me, I don't want get on, I don't want to remember that day when my family and friends had gathered for word on Bill's where abouts, and then it came, Tuesday, July 16th he had been found in 8 feet of water!
Now if Bill knew of this Anniversary train he would smile at me, shake his head and say, don't get on the train, I am not there Honeybunny! Carry my legacy on in your soul, be careful and be safe out there in this world, if you make mistakes you can fix them that is why "God" put erasers on pencils.
Don't get on the train my sweets, go and remember me for I am alive within you, feel me and love me as you did when I was but a mere human, Don't get on the train it goes no place.......
This train will take me down a path I don't wish to go, yet the memories help me to heal yes still after three years, this train is filled with mental pictures of a 4th of July gathering with friends at our home, where we laughed and jumped when the neighbor's fire works went off. There are the memories of sitting in the hot tub on the 5th of July and enjoying the oldies but goodies and sharing a glass of wine together and talking about a day trip we were planning to make on our 8th Anniversary on August 6th.
We were excited to plan it out with details about picnics, and where we would stop to share that picnic of lobster rolls, drink and condiments. We decided not to take the GTO as we were off the woods of Maine and surely it would break down, that was just our luck you know. We would even stop at Small Falls and listen to the sounds created by Mother Nature.
Another glass of wine and a few more songs, then it was in the house to put on our night ware and watch a movie on Netflix and eventually crawl in bed where there was peace and tranquility and always cuddle until sleep finally settled in.
The memory of cutting and splitting wood in the intense heat and humidity of July 2013, Seeing the sweat coming through his shirt and he cut on tree length of wood with "perseverance" as he called it, never once complaining he was hot or tired. How he smiled when he was offered an ice cold lemonade, and I watched as he placed the glass on his sweaty brow, knowing how good it felt to him.
The train has a memory of us sitting on the swing, in the evening after dinner and watching the skies turn from hot pink, to purple to dark gray, another day is over "honeybunny" he would say, and all is well on home front.
On Wednesday July 10 we went for a ride in the GTO around the loop, no moose, no deer were seen, but that was ok, another time we thought. There was always tomorrow. On the way home we stopped to see a child hood friend of mine who lives in Skowhegan, he was a Masonic brother to Bill, both bikers so they had something in common besides me. It was fun sharing about my friend Peter Diller on the way home and how he use to run away, just down the road with Fluff and Nestle's Quik and a spoon! Bill laughed, he loved hear about such things.
On Sunday, July 14th after he had read his emails, done a few things on line and had a great breakfast of eggs, ham, home fries, toast and coffee he announced he was going fishing. He was like a little boy, off on an adventure. I watched as he loaded his little boat on the back of his truck with his new wench, made it easier on his old body he said. Poles packed, worms dug and he was off...a kiss and wave and I'll see you at dark thirty with suppah, yes suppah, despite the fact he was a "flat lander; he talked Mainah! He giggled and was on his way! God how I love him I thought.
The Anniversary train brings memories of 8PM when a green truck drives up my drive way, and I think perfect timing, as the salads are sitting on the counter and the skillet is waiting for the catch of the day, but wait it is not Bill, it is someone else!
The Game Warden!!!! I greet him and he introduces himself, and then asks, "Holly did Bill go fishing today?" I grinned and said yes, while my mind thought he maybe forgot his license, but I was soon to learn than was not the case! Holly we found Bill's boat but not Bill!" My ears heard that but my brain did not register, I sat on the steps, and my mind raced. Warden Rick Clowry who soon became a very good friend of mine and my children asked if I had family around, friends who could come by, he would not leave until someone was there with me.
The Anniversary train is moving faster now, it is almost in front of me, I don't want get on, I don't want to remember that day when my family and friends had gathered for word on Bill's where abouts, and then it came, Tuesday, July 16th he had been found in 8 feet of water!
Now if Bill knew of this Anniversary train he would smile at me, shake his head and say, don't get on the train, I am not there Honeybunny! Carry my legacy on in your soul, be careful and be safe out there in this world, if you make mistakes you can fix them that is why "God" put erasers on pencils.
Don't get on the train my sweets, go and remember me for I am alive within you, feel me and love me as you did when I was but a mere human, Don't get on the train it goes no place.......
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