It was a murky Sunday evening as I sat back in my chair, reading my new book. I briefly paused to look out at the ocean. There was a ship in the distance, just coming into view along the horizon. The memories of last year came flooding back as the tears filled my eyes. My thoughts were with my dear husband who sadly passed away last summer. We’d come away for a long weekend break and we sat together in this very same room, about a year ago, looking out to sea together. A tear trickled down my cheek as I remembered his promise to dance with me in the sunset sea after his chemotherapy treatment was over.
We hoped and prayed together, and those long gruelling trips to and from the hospital seemed never-ending. Sadly I watched him slip away from me just after our beautiful summer break together. I held onto his hand as he took his last breath, whilst whispering the words “I Love You, Baby.” It is so painful to watch someone you love, take his last breath. I sobbed until my tears ran dry.
Time was slipping by and it was almost sunset. I decided to put away my book. I needed to get a breath of fresh air, down by the seashore. It was a beautiful evening with just a gentle sea breeze. The sunset filled the sky and I could feel Gerard’s spirit all around me. He was with me. I could feel his strong arms on my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze. He promised to dance with me in the sunset. Was he keeping his promise?
Suddenly, I could feel myself dancing with him in the beautiful sunset sea. It was like a dream. The sunset reflected off the water’s surface, creating a shimmering path that seemed to lead into the stars. The cool water swirled around our ankles as we moved, the gentle ripples adding a rhythmic accompaniment to our steps. his eyes, bright with joy, held mine, and our laughter echoed softly in the evening air. Each movement felt weightless and free as if the world had melted away, leaving just the two of us in this magical embrace. It was a moment of pure connection, where time stood still and the dance became a language of its own.
He did keep his promise after all. 🫠🙂
The following morning I drove home and I was greeted by our children. When I saw them standing at the doorway, I ran over to them and I gave them both a huge hug. I told them, “This One’s From Daddy.” 🤗🤗
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 