4 YEARS LATER

The young woman dressed in a black dress placed a white rose on a tombstone and said a prayer. The tombstone read:
RIP
EDWINA EDITHS
1934-2004
YOU ARE LOVED When she was done, she kneeled near the tombstone and said,

"Hi Edwina. It's me, Danielle. Or Mrs. Richardson. Daven and I are doing fine. We have a little girl now-we call her Lenore, she's 3 years old and she's beautiful. It's a shame you died a day before her birth."

Her eyes filled with tears at that. Her old heart had given out in the middle of the night. It was her 70th birthday. But she knew Edwina was with the Lord now. And that helped greatly.

"That said, all has been OK. After all, it can't rain all the time. See you around."

With that, Danielle made the sign of the cross, got up and left the cemetery-St. Anne's Cemetery. Ironically, that was where her husband had been buried 4 years ago. Now, he was a scriptwriter, she an author, both doing a job they love. She entered the Corolla he drove, Lenore soundly asleep in the back. Daven had cut his hair short, looking a little younger. Kissing her, he asked playfully,

"Had a nice talk with Edwina?"

She nodded.

"She's doing fine. Like we are...after all we've been through."

"It can't rain all the time."

She laughed at that. He was right.

Closing the passenger side of the door, she fastened her seatbelt as Daven drove in the direction of home. Then, she had a brainwave.

"Daven?"

"Yes, Danielle?"

"Do you think we should write about our story? How we got together?"

He thought for a moment.

"Why not? I'll start the moment we get back."

As the car drove on home, a pair of birds watched them from a tree branch before flying off. They consisted of a crow and a dove...

THE END