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The Visit
By Lady of Spain
The wind was really whipping up around her, as she climbed down out of her SUV. The snowflakes were falling a little more thickly, and clung to her eyelashes for a moment, then melted—no matter, her eyes would be wet when she had to leave anyway. She turned up her collar, and continued on, slogging through the white crusted terrain. Finally she made it there.
She waved in greeting. "Hi, Jake. I bet you thought I wouldn't make it this time. But neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow …"
Bella glanced around, the place was deserted, and it was just as well. She couldn't pour out her heart to him with people looking on. "It's unbelievable how fast Christmas has come around this year. It seems like only yesterday …"
Her throat constricted, and she fought for control. Clearing her throat, she attempted to let the words flow past the lump lodged there. "I miss you Jacob. I miss your sunny smile, and your corny jokes, but most of all, I miss waking up in the morning with you right beside me.
"I hope that you're happy in your new home. Liam's on the track team now, and Sarah … oh my gosh, she's so boy-crazy, I want to brain her sometimes.
"You'd go ballistic if you saw the things she tries to get away with. There's a new guy she's with. She thinks she's in love, but I know for a fact that it couldn't hold a candle to the love that we shared."
Digging her hands into pockets, she sighed, memories flooding her mind. "Remember that Christmas four years ago, when the cat climbed up on the dinner table and bit into our ham, while we were unwrapping our presents? And the time that you had to hack off the bottom of the pine tree because it wouldn't fit in the house? Nothing that spectacular happened today, but it was good. Charlie and Billy both came. Still, you were missing, and it hurt a little.
"I wish you could say something. These one-sided conversations sound pretty silly, but I know you're here and listening to me. I've said it before, and I'm saying it again, I love you, Jake. Some of my friends say I should move on, find a guy to love and maybe get married once more. But how can I, when I'm still in love with you? Your shoes are pretty hard to fill … and with your big feet, it's no wonder." Bella smiled wistfully, knowing that Jacob would appreciate the humor. She could almost hear him laugh ... almost.
A tear rolled down her cheek. "Well, I better go, Charlie's waiting at the house, and I promised to fix us an early supper."
Bella stooped down, and placed the holly wreath she was carrying upon the grave site. She touched the cold, smooth surface of the headstone, murmuring, "Goodbye, my Jacob. Merry Christmas." Then she turned, walking slowly back to the car.