Winter had set into their lives with age. Cold seeped into their bones, as drafts seemed to whisper of what was to come. Their time on earth was fading, as time together on the old farm was slipping away quickly.
She asked how she would go on without him, as she fussed over his medication and keeping him comfortable. He told her that he would always be there. He would always be a part of her life. She said she wasn’t sure of that. How could she hold onto that, as she could him? He assured her that she would see reminders, and would know he was still there. He promised her, and said she only had to believe.
One bitter morning when she awoke, he was gone. In the night he had drifted away, leaving her alone. The cold was deeper, and the night was darker now. Winter seemed it would never end. She again wondered how she could go on without him. She could only feel the harsh loneliness of his absence.
Finally spring came, but she only had more to do now. As she went about her endless chores, she suddenly noticed the sunshine. Looking up, she saw the birds nesting in the full green trees. Beneath her feet, she felt the lush green grass again. Life was coming back to the farm, and to her.
From somewhere deep within her heart, she recalled his words. He would always be with her; she just had to believe.
Story & Photo by: McGuffy Ann Morris