posted on Oct, 10 2007 @ 12:08 AM
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The sun is rising later everyday and it doesn't take long for it to clear the peak of the mountain. The desert flowers in all their glory sway,
in the cool winds. A bite of cold in the air say's, it's time for long sleeve sweaters. However, October in the desert is a lot warmer then
anywhere else. The chipmunks have yet to go into hibernation and the quail are still gathering food.
Nellie is busily hanging out the laundry, while Ralph slurps down another cup of coffee and reads the weekly newspaper. Nellie and Ralph
retired here nine years ago, and neighbors are far and few in between. The desert sun has been kind to Nellie as her face has few wrinkles. Ralph is
pushing eighty and his orneriness prevents him from getting a pacemaker. He must of drank tankers full of beer in his heyday, because his stomach is
huge! We can set our clocks by Nellie and Ralphs daily routines. Ralphs loud gruff voice echoes across the valley. I don't think he ever bought a
new battery for his hearing aid. Claims he doesn't need the damn thing anyway. Tomorrow, although it is Halloween Nellie and Ralph will visit the
memorial of their only son. It is located just a few miles away at the local cemetery.. They always go there on every Wednesday to say a prayer and
leave some flowers. A routine for them for the past 7 years. Their son was in a skiing accident and fell into a crevice on Mount Rainier. His body
was never found.
"Whew! finally done with that... if electricity wasn't so darn expensive I'd use the dryer." said Nellie.
Ralph either doesn't hear her or chooses to ignore her. They've been married a long time and don't talk to each other much anymore. I guess you
don't need too.... you just know one anothers needs, after all the years together. Nellie picks up her knitting to finish up a sweater she's making
for Ralph. The day passes quickly and night falls. The moon is full and you can see the silhouette of an owl sitting on the fence outside.
"Hoot....hoot....hoot.!" Coyotes are Yapping in search of an elusive jackrabbit or two. Tomorrow is going to be a long day so Ralph and Nellie
head towards the bedroom.
Ralph awakens at the crack of dawn gets up and fixes breakfast, like he has alway's done throughout the years. Today is different though,
Nellie is a little melancholic. She makes the appearance she's eating for Ralphs sake, but ends up dumping most of her food. Ralph's alway's came
across as a Rock of Gibraltar to hide the saddness from within, for the benefit of Nellie. The loss of a child is hard to understand, because parents
are suppose to go first. Both are tired and feeling their old age today.
Nellie has a dozen roses and hand-n-hand they walk through the cemetery towards the building which honors their son. There's a maroon settee
near their son's memorial space. Nellie places the roses in the urn and adds some fresh water. Ralph and Nellie sit on the settee holding hands and
are silent. Their eyes are old, but one tear falls. They hear a voice...."Mom, Dad is that you? Can you hear me? I'm over here"
Nellie cries, "It's Robert! Ralph It's Robert!" Both get up off the settee and move towards the voice right near the roses. Again they hear
the voice of their son Robert. " Mom, Dad I miss you two and want you to come with me." Ralph and Nellie are so happy and both speak, at the same
time. "How do we do that son?"
A large Brilliant light appears spiraling around and around. "Mom, Dad do you see the light?, asks Robert.
Simultaneously they both speak, "Yes we do son." "Together step into the center of the light." responds Robert. Together hand-n-hand,
step-by-step Ralph and Nellie enter the lighted vortex. They see Robert smiling and run to him. Any old aches or pains have vanished. All three hug,
cry and laugh.. As they walk off into a green meadow filled with red roses....... and the most beautiful waterfall you've ever seen.
The small cottage were Ralph and Nellie once lived still has the halloween decorations up. The pumpkin's frown is now a smile....... and
there's a strong feeling of love, within these walls.