Beaches in white sand
songs of birds and mighty oceans
sitting on the beach chair
waiting for my darling husband
In our own private island beach resort.
He will come again and we will go down to the sea
and swim and enjoy the warms waters of the Atlantic.
He will come again on the next flight.
We will go dinning and dancing,
in the moonlight we will declare our love and
our devotion.
He had to stayed behind this time
to close a working deal that wouldn't wait
until his return to work. I came down first, ahead of him for
our yearly vacation time. I offered to stay and wait
till he was done and ready to depart with me on our quest
for peace, love and laughter but he did not want me
waiting and insisted I come to our island in the tropics first.
Faces come and go, children scream and mother's scold them,
young lovers lay side by side whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.
Older folks walk by the waters edge enjoying the sea breeze,
and the ocean's splender beauty.
I closed my eyes, and say a silent prayer hoping that he would soon arrive in safety,
that his flight was good and that he will be anxious as I to be together side by side.
Drifting in thoughts of our lives together, how the years have come and gone,
all our achievements, trials and challenges we faced up and conquered together.
I closed my eyes, as I was drifting into time I felt something touching my hand.
Opening my eyes and half blinded by the sun I saw a young man standing on
the sand, next to my beach chair and reaching for my hand he placed a sealed
envelope marked with big red letters "Telegram", my name written underneath it.
He quickly apologized for disturbing my rest and stated that this telegram
had just arrived and fearing that it was very important our hotel manager had send him out
to find me at our hotel's beach resort and deliver the telegram to me personally.
The young man quickly walked away back to hotel and his awaiting chores.
I was startle, confused and did not know what to make of it all. A cold chill took over
my now bronzed sun bathed body covered by my yellow bikini suit. With trembling
hands I opened the sealed envelope.
I bypass the first few lines of introdoctury of the telegram company and eye scrolling
quickly to the center of the text. It read, " My dear and precious wife", I realized it was
from my husband, but why would he use the term wife and not call me by my name,
I started to read it again from the start. "My dear and precious wife. It is so very hard
for me to let you know this way that our marriage is over. I have filed for divorced.
I don't love you nor want to be with you anymore. I found a chance at a new beginning.
I am in love and want to start a new life with my new love. Please, forgive me for not
telling you personally that I am living and let in you go on our yearly vacation alone.
I just could not bear to see you hurt and I admit that I am a coward. But I think this
is best and I know that you will be better off without me. Please, take good care, my lawyer
will contact your regarding our legal matters"
That was it. A piece of paper from across an ocean, a spineless, cowardly confession from
the man I have been married for 30 years since I left high school. I was only nineteen when we
married and so much in love. All the struggle and working to become a self made couple. A secured free from money worries retirement. We were not that old at 56 years of age. We did not even look our age.
But had worked so very hard to get to were we wanted to be in the autum of our lives. Now, a stranger who knew nothing about him was going to share his autum and winter days. But my autum is dark and cold and no one would be there to warm me up when the winter days would come.
Just like that, I am completely alone
in a foreing land without and escort to guide me out of my living nightmare.
I sat motionless clasping that piece of paper that had ended my marriage, my love life, my everything.
I was turned into stone, I could not moved nor speak, nor cry out. I was transported mentally to a place
where everything stands still. There is no time passage. The day went by and the cheerful and happy voices of the people enjoying the beach and the blue green waters of the ocean faded away.
The day slowly started to pull it's night curtain on darkness. It came slowly over the land.
Yet, I could not move out of my chair, it was as if I was frozen in time, glued to my seat.
It was a full moon and the ocean tides sang their melody of eternal dance declaring their power
over the sands. Yet, I could not move, the tide came in and the chill waters kissed my feet, but
I could not moved. If the night was long I did not notice.
Early morning dawn came in and older folks who love to take their brisk walks at down found me.
I was ice cold. I was still clenching that piece of paper. Still wearning my yellow bikini. My hair and face where bathed in morning dew. I could not respond to their questions. Someone quickly send out for help.
The hotel manager and their doctor arrived. Soon there were crowds of people around me. In a distant I
could here murmuring but I could not answer nor distinguished faces , voices or understand them.
The medics arrive and with a quick check for vitals they put me in a gourney and I was transported to
a private clinic. In other countries a clinic is for the wealthy and hospitals are for the regular populace.
I had no recollection of time, pain, or anything. It was as if my mind and body had totally shut down.
I was gravely ill from exposure and pneumonia quickly took over my lungs and breathing became a major
difficulty. In and out of tunnels, life episodes, peoples faces and timeless words kept me in a place that I
did not want to abandoned. The door to get out was immense and heavy and I was very little and frail.
I mind was in a place of silence and fog, my spirit was leaving my body and I didn't want to stop it. In fact I want it my spirit to leave my body. I had given up, I who was a fighter, never quit mentality, had given up in life.
I knew my body was shutting down and I felt nothing, there was no pain, only a sensation of freedom, calm and darkness slowly taking over my mind. I was going to be free.
