“Undoubtedly, there will be times in your life of desolate sadness and fatigue, which you must endure. It’s never certain of when they will strike, but inevitably they will come sooner or later. A person dying is heartbreaking. Simply knowing, that you will never see them again on this earth, is absolutely depressing. To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there is the torment.” Wrote Richard Gilmore onto a blank piece of paper.
Getting up, he slowly set down his pen and gazed out the window into the star filled sky. While writing this eulogy was hard, it was even harder to think of whom he was writing it for. He would never see her again. For years they had something, something no one else had. It was love. A true love, that in spite of the recession, and in spite of their faults, they found a way to stay as in love as they were the very day they had met 54 years ago. Frankly, he couldn’t believe it. His precious Emily was gone and without a final goodbye. Although he knew it would happen sooner or later, why now? Without a doubt, he was depressed. Honestly, it seemed as if his whole life had been swept away with her passing. Now, what was there to look forward to? Who would make him smile? Who would be there with him, through sickness and health? To all these questions, came the same dismal answer: no one. Sadly, he had no one in this universe that would comfort him and take care of him, the way she had.
Startled by this for a moment, he got up and looked over the first few lines of his eulogy again. After quickly reading through it, he decided that Emily would have wanted a less depressing tribute to remember her blissful spirit by. He picked up the dusty black and white picture of her sitting on his old mahogany desk. She was beautiful. Nothing he could compose could ever even begin to explain her magnificence. Sitting back down to write again, Richard grabbed his old Waterford pen which Emily had given him in college. He rolled it between his fingers as he thought of the day she had given it to him, coincidentally being the day he had planned to propose to her. Remembering the look on her face when he had got down on his knee, a tear rolled down his cold cheek and fell upon the ink on his paper, smearing it. Quietly, the old hound dog got up and laid his head in Richard’s lap. He stroked the dog’s ears, as a quote crossed his mind:
“You don’t realize how much you appreciate someone, till the moment they’re gone.”
From the time they first met at the high school dance, to the last time he saw her pretty face, it was all amazing. His life with her had been truly remarkable. Every moment he had spent with her was like a dream. While the sadness of it all was sincerely unbearable, at least he could say one thing: He wouldn’t go back and change anything about their life together. It was all perfect. A strong word though, isn’t it? Absolutely perfect; like the swans floating across the lake, the breathtaking stars in the massive sky, or the lilies growing in the deep green meadows. He was happy with everything he had done and planned to stay content with that till the day he passed on and would see her yet again in the most perfect place of all, which was heaven. Just as these thoughts were leaving his mind, the warm sun peaked out just above the hazy lavender mountains. Staring into it, Richard forgot everything and even the old dog raised his head to see it. This was it; this, was the kind of perfect he was imagining. Just like her. Suddenly, he picked up his pen, and started writing. Somewhat of a sparkle had come into his grey eyes though. After some ten minutes, he read aloud:
“ There will be times in your life of desolate sadness and fatigue. It’s never certain of when they will strike, but inevitably they will come sooner or later. In the great scheme of things, what matters is not how long you live, but how you live and who you live for. Through every storm in life, you must always look for the coming of dawn.”
~BY MY BEST FRIEND!!