Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Kiss

 It's been around 38 days since I lost my wife Natalie, to some she was a mother, to others
she was a best friend, to me she was my best friend and soul mate. We were together over
twenty years, and in that time we rarely had a harsh word between us. She was always doing
something for me all the time, people would tell me how much she loved me, hell I new that,
it was no secret how we felt toward each other. Natalie had this thing she started from the
first time we started going together, lets call it Natalie's rule, we would never part for the day
without a kiss, on arriving back home a kiss, when we went to bed a kiss, even if I went to
bed before her, she'd wake me up for that kiss, and of course there was the morning kiss.
On the day she passed, she drove me to work and before I left the car as always there was
that kiss, I remember that kiss, she had on dark lipstick, I gave her a peck on the lips and
then one more and got out of the car, and that was the last time I saw her alive. A long time
ago when I met Natalie's mother she asked me to take care of her, I promised I would,
the truth is through the good and bad times we took care of each other. She always said
that she wanted to die before me, because she didn't want to be left alone without me.
Well I tell you being left here alone without her is really hard, at times the grief is almost
more then I can handle. I can remember the first time we kissed and where, and now
the last time, life as come full circle.