It was love at first sight for John when he first met Emily in the park during apple blossom time. Her black lab, Fred ran towards him and wrapped the leash around them both. Emily always liked to joke about how Fred had brought them together.
Over the summer, their romance heated up along with his stuffy high rise apartment where they squished themselves into John’s single bed. Many nights it was so hot that they would pull the mattress onto the small balcony. Even the noise of the cars below didn’t bother them since they were so in love.
That summer, John took Emily on a road trip right across Canada just so they could see the Pacific Ocean. By fall, they moved in together. They had their first big fight when John complained about the dinner tasting burnt. Emily burst into tears and told John she was pregnant. John proposed on bended knee while Fred looked on in approval. They were married just before Christmas and before Emily’s gown got too tight.
As John sat in the chair beside Emily in her hospital bed, he watched the snowflakes falling outside the window. They’d celebrated their sixtieth anniversary two months ago with a big party and lots of guests. Then Emily got sick and had to be admitted to hospital.
John held Emily’s frail hand in his as she took her last breath and slipped away. His grown children Robert, Susan and Penny hugged him and they all cried for the loss of a wonderful wife and mother.