By day, I'm an uptight and proper academic - you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby.
But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.
that one always breaks my heart and makes my eyeballs sweat
ReplyDeletea wonderful tale of lasting love that endures..
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to the relationship your parents shared.
ReplyDeleteJai
Such a heartfelt tribute, Linda... Love CERTAINLY does endure...
ReplyDeleteAll the details is what makes this piece. I love how he squeezer her hand in the end.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tribute, Linda.
A rare love indeed. A beautiful, heartfelt piece, Linda.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading guys. Writing this helped while imagining how my mother fared while my dad was dying. They epitomize love. Peace...
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