A Love For All Seasons

I am writing this for the Wordy Wednesday prompt at Blog-A-Rhythm using the phrase "A Love for All Seasons."



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.

John and Emily had shared a love for all seasons.

Comments

  1. NabanitaFebruary 17, 2015 at 4:51 AM

    Love for all seasons, sounds as if out of classics but it does happen , does't it? Just like John & Emily!

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    1. UnknownFebruary 17, 2015 at 5:02 AM

      Yes, it does happen. I had my aunt and uncle in mind when I was writing it since she passed away in 2012 and theirs was definitely a love for all seasons. Thanks for commenting, Naba!

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  2. VinodiniFebruary 17, 2015 at 6:26 AM

    Aww...I loved the way the met with Fred's leash binding them together. I could actually picture the apple blossoms in the background. Loved the description. Your uncle and aunt are a truly blessed couple.

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    1. UnknownFebruary 17, 2015 at 6:35 AM

      Thanks so much, Vinodini. The story was fictional but I did draw on the idea of the lasting love my aunt and uncle had. I like to imagine they had lots of apple blossoms in their courtship. I don't think she had a dog named Fred though! LOL!

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  3. Shilpa GupteFebruary 17, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    Aww..loved it , Cat! And felt so bad at the sad ending! I could visualise the entire story! :-)

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    1. UnknownFebruary 17, 2015 at 10:04 AM

      Thanks, Shilpa. I thought about doing a happy ending but thought I'd do it differently for a change as I always have happy endings in my stories.

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  4. elly stornebrinkFebruary 17, 2015 at 11:01 PM

    Wow! I didn't know you wrote fiction Cathy, but this was exceptionally done and so brief yet beautiful, albeit sad. <3

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    1. UnknownFebruary 18, 2015 at 3:20 AM

      Thanks, Elly. Yes, I love writing fiction. Usually I like writing a happy ending but I made this sad thinking about my aunt who died in 2012 and how she and my uncle truly had a love for all seasons.

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  5. RachnaFebruary 18, 2015 at 3:33 AM

    How beautiful that tale was. I saw my mother and father share an all-weather love till my mum passed away albeit young.

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  6. Beloo MehraFebruary 18, 2015 at 9:48 PM

    Love for all seasons - the phrase prompt really became alive in this sweet story of love and togetherness. Nicely done, Cathy.

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  7. Debbie D. February 23, 2015 at 4:12 PM

    Sixty years is a love story for the ages! How great they were brought together by a black Lab. ☺

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