He remembers how he met her on a hay ride when
their church group went to pick apples. She was chilly and
he offered her his overcoat.
He remembers the day he stood in the church grinning from
ear to ear when the minister told him he could kiss the bride.
He remembers taking their daughter to baptized; she wouldn't
stop crying, but his wife just held her and looked so proud.
He remembers all the parishoners telling him she was
in a better place after her death from cancer, and that
one day they would be together again.
He remembers how desperately he wanted to believe
that; he had been a Christian all his life. But he knew in
his heart that she was gone and he would never see her
again; and that belief, he wishes he could forget.
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