A Walk in the Park

It’s such a lovely day today, sitting here on the park bench, finishing this little red sweater for Jessica’s little baby.  My Grandson.

He’s so cute and such a happy baby, always giggling.

He looks so much like one of my babies from years ago.

– ⋅ o ♥ o ⋅ –

Finally Thomas has decided to reach out.  It’s a start and a step in the right direction.  I know I shouldn’t be holding his hand, the agency teaches us to keep our distance. 

Be professional they teach us, maintain separation.

Today is different though and Thomas doesn’t have anyone else.

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I’m so glad Catherine took my hand.

I knew today would be hard and I’m sure I wouldn’t be here without an anchor to hold onto.  She keeps telling me that everything will be ok.

She keeps telling me to be strong.

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Ah, look at that nice couple, walking through the park.  Such a lovely day to go for a walk.  They look so happy, but . . . Oh my, the man is crying?

I wonder what’s made him so upset?  I remember my George crying once, the day his father died.

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Come on Thomas, keep it together.  Still, tears are a step in the right direction.

I’ll not say anything, just let Thomas take the lead.  It’s important he makes the first move.  I’m just here for support.

Squeeze my hand, I’m here.

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I was doing ok until I saw that little red sweater.  I said I would be strong today, but here I am crying.  Why do I have to be so weak?

Stop, take a breath.  In.  And out.  Get a hold. 

Nope.  Not working.  Just keep walking.

– ⋅ o ♥ o ⋅ –

Perhaps he’s just lost his father, or maybe his mother.

I’ll just smile as he walks past.  Maybe that will make him feel a little better.

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OK, so Thomas is finding this tough, but at least he’s just squeezed my hand a little tighter.

I’ll not let go.  I promised I’d help him do this today.

Stop Thomas.  Stop walking.  Turn around.

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She smiled as I walked past.  STOP!  TURN AROUND! 

Take a deep breath. Here goes nothing . . .

“Elizabeth?  Elizabeth Williams?”  Good, she smiled and nodded.

“My name is Thomas and I think I’m your son”


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8 Comments

  1. Wow. That was really creative the way you wrote the thoughts back and forth like that. In fact, I bet I came up with ten different scenarios about the couple walking in the park. Like.. Well heck! I better not say. I haven’t done anything with this yet. Plato asked me to come over and read his and it was so sad and yet hopeful at the same time. I’m so curious to see what everyone does with it.

    But I love your back and forth, back and forth. It was like watching a movie.

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    1. Thanx Calen,

      I changed it a few times, but this was what worked best for me and my writing style.

      Have fun with yours, I’ve no doubt it will be wonderful.

      Clare

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