The woman sat alone on a park bench. The hot, bright sun shined on her aging skin. Janie Clark was average height and a little overweight. Her graying hair glistened in the sunlight. She looked through her sparkling deep brown eyes at the people who have joined her in enjoying the park.

A young couple strolled by arm in arm the woman giggling as the man leans over whispering words meant only for her ears. A smile played on Janie’s lips as memories flash through her mind of times when she was the young woman. She couldn’t avoid watching as the man pulled his love closer with a quick squeeze. He was tall, slender man in his mid twenties. She was shorter, but also slender in her early twenties. They were a picture of love.

Janie knew love. She was Janie Rockwell until she met Joseph Clark. She couldn’t say it was “love at first sight” but it wasn’t many days before they were strolling along arm in arm as this couple before her now. Joseph had been her rock of stability, her guiding light through the storms of life, and her love of a lifetime since those early days.

Joe could also be described as average in height. He had put on a few pounds in recent years. She closed her eyes and saw him as he was the day they met, strong, healthy, and able to handle anything. Then there was a short flash of the Joe she had just left a few minutes ago in order to get some fresh air. He was lying in a hospital bed across the street from the park. Joe was all right now, but his illness had certainly given them a scare.

Janie sat there for the first time letting her thoughts flow freely and accepting the emotion that came with them. Tears started slowly running down her face. Soon they were coming quickly. She let them flow as freely as her thoughts until she had released the stress that had built up over the last days. Then she dried her tears, took a few deep breaths, and said a little prayer of thanksgiving.

Returning to the present, she once again looked around at the people taking a moment to think that each one was going through their own process of living life. As Janie sat there warmed by the sun finding contentment with her life, she remembered a motto that has guided her through many seasons. Even now, as she repeated the words over in her mind, they warm her as much as the sun. “I’m goin’ to live ’til I die.” That was what they were going to do, too, LIVE LIFE.

With a refreshed view on the world and life, she stood up with a smiling face that shined through her eyes. It was time to go see Joseph, pull him closer to her, and watch him smile as she whispers words for his ears only.

Posted: 21 Jul, 2007



Author: Pamela K. Young

I have not only lived many chapters in one life, but many lives in one body. The person I am today is far wiser than the me of young adulthood. My life is like your life with its ebb and flow. We are all connected in some way. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother, but what makes me, well, me is the way I wife, mother, and grandmother. I am a liver transplant survivor. Whatever devastation you have survived, we survived in our individual ways. I create with words and photos. I am a writer and photographer.

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