Writing 101…day 5…….letter on a path.
Walking home that late summer afternoon, I noticed that every tree and lamp post in my street bore the smiling face of Mr. T on a poster with the word MISSING in bold beneath.
I thought of Mr. T, the kind old gentleman who lived in the last house on our cul de sac. Mrs. T and he were loved by everyone. They lived here all their lives, they went to the grocery, they went on walks together every day. Except of late they hadn’t, Mr. T’s brilliant mind was being consumed by a vicious disease. Bit by bit the smile from his eyes was beginning to fade away.
A flutter of white paper from a branch up ahead caught my eye just then. Ever the environmentalist I reached out to pluck the paper and dispose of it. As I was about to discard the paper the words “My Darling ..” piqued my interest.
Curious I opened the letter
“My Darling….Please forgive me. Some mornings I wake with no idea of who or where I am. Then there are other days when even through the haze I am painfully aware of it all, your worrying face, your tears, your hurt when I fail to recognize you. I refuse to share this pain with you, I refuse to have myself imprisoned by this disease, I refuse to have these days as the last memories of us together. Taking the boat out, keep me in your heart and stay happy. My love to the kids. Eternally yours”
I looked up, I had walked to the end of the street, at the open window of Mr. T’s bedroom. I stood there clutching the letter.