A Season to Remember
Life is all about timing, isn’t it?
What if I’d been fifteen years younger? What if we’d met sooner? But I mustn’t dwell on what ifs or negatives. Not when what we had was so rich in positives…
Autumn! The bridge between Summer and Winter and the most colourful season of all. The perfect backdrop to a love story.
With my 40th birthday looming, the last thing I was looking for that day we met, was love. Past experiences having taught me to appreciate the single life.
The soft crunch of an autumnal explosion of yellow, orange and fiery-red leaves beneath my feet had felt strangely therapeutic… until you came hurtling down the path towards me!
“Are you OK?” you asked, anxiously.
I was anything but, lying flat on my back, surrounded by concerned onlookers.
“Nothing to see here!” I remember gesturing, while struggling to my feet with as much dignity as I could muster.
It wasn’t until I’d dusted myself down and the crowd had dispersed that I was able to get a good look at you. I can still remember your worried expression. It went straight to a place in my heart that must have been waiting for you.
Your apologetic explanation had something to do with being a novice rollerblader, didn’t it? I was too lost in your deep blue eyes to pay much attention. When you insisted on seeing me home, I didn’t put up much of a fight, did I?
Your flowers arrived the next day followed by an invitation to dinner. And my life began.
I’m so thankful I got past our age difference, it was never an issue, was it? And as much as I enjoyed all the places you took me; I’d have been just as happy at home. It’s you that made my life complete.
I got my results today. The prognosis isn’t good.
How bittersweet – it was Autumn when we met and when we’ll part. Promise me you’ll love again. I ask only that you think of me… when those yellow, orange and fiery-red leaves fall.