A Man Stood Part Iii
A Man Stood part III Story/poem
A man stood by his window, thinking of what went wrong.
He was old and alone. He has two daughters, but they
don't get along with him. the one close to him, hasn't talked
to him in over two years. He tries to concentrate now on his
new found daughter - But she has a life of her own.
In nine years since we found him - she has seen him five times.
She talked to him on and off on the phone, but not much. I saw
him four times. He had changed a lot. He said that he wished that
I would live there close to him. I lived over 1000 miles away and to
my husband - I was faithful.
In 2006 he ask to meet my husband. He wanted to know what, kind
of man I had married. I told him, I had married a good man. We had to
go up there for my granddaughter's wedding, so we went to see him.
My husband also wanted to meet him too. To my surprise, they liked
each other. To me that was strange, but then - life is strange. My husband
and I came back home. Both of them kepted on talking on the phone. I
talked to him too on and off.
In November of 2009 Thanksgiving Day, my husband passed away. That was
a very hard year for me, since I had heart surgery, earlier in the year. My
daughter and I went up North to see the family in 2010. We stopped by to visit
with him. He told me then how much he had loved me and how he had made a
mistake many years ago. But the past can not be changed.
I never saw him again. We all have a date with destiny. He passed away three
days after Thanksgiving in 2012. Sometimes he would sit by his window too.
This man was the love of my life, but our love could never be. now I will end this
chapter of my life. A man won't stand, or sit by his window anymore. The end...
01/2013
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments:
All that is written here is true and part
of my Life. When you reach a certain age,
you have to have a past and a story to tell.
The first two chapters I had already written,
but I needed to write one more. This was
very hard for me to do. I hope you have
enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
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