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    Those Adoring Eyes

    Story written on August 18, 2007 by Jobadge.
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    Repost: Part 1 – A day at the Beach…

     

    Those Adoring Eyes

    The text read, “I’ll be thinking of you both.”

    Kit had known that I would not answer the home phone or my cell.  Not today, not on this day, the day I remember, and I am thankful that my sister also remembers. 

    I also know that Tina remembers, although I am unaware of how she will remember today, we remembered this day together last year, but the year before on what would have been the day he was due to be born, I did that alone, just like today.  And today…, today the son we lost would have been blowing out 2 candles.

    I park the car, and sit for a moment, contemplating what I knew would be a day of thought, recollection, fond memories, painful memories and solitude, its still very early and the only people who are here are a few runners taking an early morning run and an odd person or two, sitting to watch the sunrise.

    I gather the only three things that I desire today, a blanket to sit on, a sweater for later, because I knew that darkness would descend from the sky by the time I leave, and a bottle of water, my favourite, her favourite, our favourite, Pellengrino.

    I slip my shoes off as I reach the sand, feeling the coolness underfoot, the sun’s warmth not yet caressing the sand with its rays as I head for the place where I always sat – the one particular rock that I would lean against as I spent the day in my own company.

    The sand sinks around my toes with each step I take, my footprints being the only ones on this part of the beach, the sweeping tide having smoothed the surface from yesterdays enthusiastic visitors, the smoothness of the fresh sand was in such stark contrast to how she was feeling and the reason I was here, I didn’t want the waves of time to erase the memory, I came to this place that is washed clean each day to remember, to fortify the memory of my son, so that he isn’t forgotten, my memory will never be washed clean.

    I take a deep breath, holding it inside for a moment as my eyes take in the rock that was my destination for the day, the memories that I know that will occupy my thoughts quickly flashing through my mind, the previous days I have spent here, the company I had at the time, and the days that I spent alone here.

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    1. You know, this is one of my all time favorite stories on here. I rarely re-read a story but I do from time to time with this one. Please continue, I welcome your repost of this ever so adoring story very much & looking forward to the update.

    3. OMG! That was so beautiful and sad. I’m crying like a damn baby. You filled in so many areas that the show never covered. So good! Can’t wait for the update.

    9. Remember this story,Sometimes the second time around is better, The sadness and Bette being so lonely,still bring tears. for a live lost and a lover lost. Thanks so much for reposting this

    13. Well, as far as I’m concerned you can even repost your entire “oeuvre”. It’s always a pleasure to read you. And I’m quite fond of this very moving yet wonderful story, so I’m really looking forward to reading that update. Thank you so much, Jo.

    15. I can’t wait for the update Mate! This story…just tugs at the heart strings I’ll say! In helping someone through a miscarriage, I can say that these emotions are exactly what she feels every year that passes. Wonderfully written as always!

    16. Jo, I read this the first time around and I cried…and guess what…I cried this time too. This was/is such a touching story..one of the best. I will go along for the ride and read it once again. I look forward the update. Thanks for bringing it back. :)

    21. Jo….You always amaze.My heart hurts while reading this. I feel Bette’s excruciating sadness and desolation which IMO, was never fully developed in TLW. It would have made her transgression w/Candace more understandable. Waiting for the update when you’re ready.

    22. Are you kidding? I love reposts. I often like to read past stories again that have been taken down. This one is touching. I remember reading it but I don’t remember what comes next.

    28. Hey Jo, Great to have you back and reposting this awesome adventure. It was truly magnificent the first time around and now like a good wine has matured into some wonderful. More please. Many thanks from your Loyal Fna.

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