Happy spring Ya'll!
I know, it's not springtime yet, but it will be shortly. Since I'm not a cold-weather person warm weather puts a smile on my face. However, I know each season has a reason. I've also lived long enough to learn that peace of mind can only come from within.
On that note I'd like to share a flash fiction about the season.
Spring Brings a Smile
Lisa rests on a bench at Gold Memorial and stares at a grass-covered indention. New flowers peep out and decorate the area. Purple buds adorn Lilac trees.
In the distance, birds sing their melody. A sign of a changing season, spring was here. Lisa didn’t care.
“A loved one.” An older man’s voice cracks with age and interrupts her solitude.
“Yes, very much loved.” Lisa sighs at the intrusion and continues. “Rob was my first love. We only had a few years together.”
“I understand. My Polly…” He points to the left. “My wife and soul-mate for better on of forty years.”
She glances toward the elderly man, kindness shows in his eyes. “It must be hard to have someone around for that long, and lose them.”
“We had good times. Thanks to the Lord we were happy.”
“If God wants us to be happy why take away our loved ones?” Anger pricks Lisa’s comment.
"The Lord does want us to be content, but everyone has to face loss.” The white-haired man’s voice softens. “A time to weep and a time to laugh.”
“I don't want to accept that.” Lisa stands.
“Would Rob want you to be bitter and turn away from the world?”
“No, I guess not.” She speaks as a memory of Rob asking her to promise nothing would take away her beautiful smile, plays on her conscience.
The old man pushes up from the bench, “Springtime is for fresh beginnings and brings unmarked life. In the winter, things are dead, then comes the spring, and with it a new start. We can't go back. Nevertheless, we’ll forever remember the winters. In our hearts we hold on to love and memories, but we must find peace.”
Lisa felt his weathered hand gently touch her arm. “By going on we honor the ones we’ve lost. It’s a way to show respect for what they represented.”
She stared at a Dandelion as the man’s hand slips from her shoulder. When Lisa raises her head, he is gone.
Her eyes catch sight of a young woman walking by. “Excuse me, where did the older man with snow white hair go?”
“I don't believe anyone else has been on this path for at least an hour.” The young woman doubtfully responds
“Thanks.” Quickly, Lisa rushes to her car.
She sits in the vehicle and takes one last look at the spot she cherishes and smiles. At that moment she senses a soothing voice. That’s the smile I fell in love with.
I wish everyone a wonderful Springtime, graced with many blessings.