MARY HAD STRUGGLED ALL HER LIFE TO MAINTAIN COMPOSURE IN THE FACE OFHER LONELY LIFE WITHOUT HER HUSBAND WHOM SHE HAD LOST DURING THE SECOND WORLD WAR, SHOT FROM THE SKY OVER GERMANY GUNNING IN A B-52.
THAT DAY WAS THE WORST AND SHE ONLY BELIEVED BETTER DAYS WERE TO COME. MARY NEVER CONCERNED HERSELF WITH IDEAS OF FINDING ANOTHER LOVE AND SO SHE FILLED HER DAYS WITH THE ACTIVITIES AND THINGS SHE HELD MOST DEAR. PAINTING WAS ONE OF THEM, AS WAS FLOWER ARRANGING. HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY WERE ALWAYS CLOSE BY TO LEND HER A HAND IF NEEDED AND REGULARLY VISITED TO KEEP HER COMPANY.
MARY WAS ALWAYS READY TO HELP THE COMMUNITY WHATEVER WAY SHE COULD AND WOULD SOMETIMES COOK FOR HOURS TO PROVIDE TREATS AND GOODIES FOR A LOCAL FETE OR FUNDRAISER.
AS SHE GOT OLDER, SHE WAS INCREASINGLY FINDING IT HARDER TO PARTICIPATE IN THESE ACTIVIETIES, AND SADLY HER FAMILY WERE SLOWLY PASSING AWAY. ALWAYS ONE TO DO HER OWN REPAIRS AROUND THE HOUSE, SHE PROUDLY SHOWED HER RESTORATIONS TO ALL WHO CARED.
ON ENTERING HER UNIT TO CHECK ON HER AUNT, LAUREN, MARY'S NIECE, WAS SHOCKED TO FIND HER AUNT HAD FALLEN BESIDE HER FAVOURITE SOFA, HER HEAD WAS SLUMPED OVER THE SEAT CUSHIONS. LAUREN WAS FRANTIC AND AS TEARS FILLED HER EYES, SHE WALKED CLOSER AND FOUND HER AUNT HAD PASSED AWAY.
SHE LIFTED HER FRAIL BODY BACK TO THE FLOOR AND A WAVE OF CALM CAME OVER HER AS SHE SAW HER AUNTS FACE.
HERS WAS A FACE OF PEACEFUL REPOSE, AT THE CORNER OF THE SOFA WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND INTRICATE FLORAL DESIGN OF ROSES INTERTWINED WITH LEAVES AND A VERSE THAT READ,
'MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE, WE WILL MEET AGAIN'.
THAT DAY WAS THE WORST AND SHE ONLY BELIEVED BETTER DAYS WERE TO COME. MARY NEVER CONCERNED HERSELF WITH IDEAS OF FINDING ANOTHER LOVE AND SO SHE FILLED HER DAYS WITH THE ACTIVITIES AND THINGS SHE HELD MOST DEAR. PAINTING WAS ONE OF THEM, AS WAS FLOWER ARRANGING. HER FRIENDS AND FAMILY WERE ALWAYS CLOSE BY TO LEND HER A HAND IF NEEDED AND REGULARLY VISITED TO KEEP HER COMPANY.
MARY WAS ALWAYS READY TO HELP THE COMMUNITY WHATEVER WAY SHE COULD AND WOULD SOMETIMES COOK FOR HOURS TO PROVIDE TREATS AND GOODIES FOR A LOCAL FETE OR FUNDRAISER.
AS SHE GOT OLDER, SHE WAS INCREASINGLY FINDING IT HARDER TO PARTICIPATE IN THESE ACTIVIETIES, AND SADLY HER FAMILY WERE SLOWLY PASSING AWAY. ALWAYS ONE TO DO HER OWN REPAIRS AROUND THE HOUSE, SHE PROUDLY SHOWED HER RESTORATIONS TO ALL WHO CARED.
ON ENTERING HER UNIT TO CHECK ON HER AUNT, LAUREN, MARY'S NIECE, WAS SHOCKED TO FIND HER AUNT HAD FALLEN BESIDE HER FAVOURITE SOFA, HER HEAD WAS SLUMPED OVER THE SEAT CUSHIONS. LAUREN WAS FRANTIC AND AS TEARS FILLED HER EYES, SHE WALKED CLOSER AND FOUND HER AUNT HAD PASSED AWAY.
SHE LIFTED HER FRAIL BODY BACK TO THE FLOOR AND A WAVE OF CALM CAME OVER HER AS SHE SAW HER AUNTS FACE.
HERS WAS A FACE OF PEACEFUL REPOSE, AT THE CORNER OF THE SOFA WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND INTRICATE FLORAL DESIGN OF ROSES INTERTWINED WITH LEAVES AND A VERSE THAT READ,
'MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER DIE, WE WILL MEET AGAIN'.
(C) Robyn Whittaker. 2007
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