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The Ripple Effect – Chapter 2
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After pulling up to the house and getting out of her rental vehicle, Bette was captivated by the house and the yard. As her eye surveyed the grounds before her, she noticed the lake in the distance and saw what appeared to be a walking path headed in that direction.
Making her way through the trees and along the path, it was as if a force were pulling her closer and closer to what appeared to be her destination. Once she made it through the trees, and neared the lake, she stopped suddenly as she took in the beauty of the surrounding area. It was breath-taking.
Bette made her way down to the shoreline. As she looked out over the lake, she felt a sense of calm and peacefulness that she had not felt in a long time. Probably not since before the accident that had claimed Tina’s life. There was just something about this place, and she knew that Tina would have loved the garden area.
After staring out at the water for an undetermined length of time, Bette turned and headed back up to the house. Getting into her rental car, Bette stopped when she reached the For Sale sign she had passed on her way into the yard. After writing down the name and phone number of the agent who had the house listed, she made the call.
The agent could not meet her that day, but they arranged to meet the next morning. This was good for Bette as well, because it would give her a chance to get back to the city, and bring Angie with her to see the house. She had left Angie back in New York with Shane who had come along on the trip to act as a chaperone for Angie while Bette attended to her business.
Angie was already asleep when Bette arrived back at the hotel. She came into the suite and found Shane watching TV in the sitting area.
“Hey Shane”.
Shane looked over at Bette. “Hi. How did the trip go?”
“It was good, how was Angie? What did you two do today?”
“She’s good. We had a good day, just hanging out at Central Park. The fresh air must have really got to her, because she fell asleep almost immediately after we got back.” Laughed Shane.
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Taz, where to start? I can understand Bette wanting to walk as far away from her former life. However, you will end up bringing the same pain with you when you go. Tina’s absence will be felt whether it is in the “familiarity” of the life they shared, or hundreds of miles away. My own brother is dealing with this absence from his life as well as you know. The loss of a partner/spouse is incredibly hard and difficult for anyone, and I can only imagine what it feels like. I would be so lost without my beautiful wife, and never the same. What a really tought storyline, but it is one that you are telling so well, and I know how close to your heart this one is. Oh, and as for looking back and reacting with emotion, but knowing in your heart you would do it all over again, just speaks about how passionate you are about what you believe in, and just how strong those beliefs are. You’ve got class, passion, and resilience, and it is clear in what you write. I’m happy to see your personal shout out. * hugs * P is a very lucky gal. Hope you gals have fun this weekend. TTYS
No matter where you go or move to,The fact that theone you love will all ways be with you You can change everything but the loving and longing will never go away. There are day that you miss them so much that you hurt all over. Bad day today but thanks for posting
Hey Taz. I was glad to see a post from you. I really do like where this is going. I am curious as to what sort of accident claimed Tina. I guess you are going to let us in on that when you are ready. We all know that regardless of if Angie liked the house or not, they were there since this is past tense. I am sure she probably took a lot of coaxing though. As for your author notes, I agree with my lovely other half. The fact that you say you would do it again means that you did what you were probably meant to do. Don’t second guess yourself. You are a person who puts a lot of thought into what you do. You should be proud of yourself. Post soon. Ness
We’re glad you decided to continue this touching story. We understand B’s desire to “escape” T’s ghost, however, if her heart hasn’t healed, we doubt any distance will help to move forward. Angie also needs her other family near, as the absence of her birth mom must be very difficult to absorb, at her tender age. Both need the moral support of their extended family. Loneliness does not help to overcome the inner pain that B is carrying in her heart and mind. B and Angie should discuss at length this important step. In our opinion, the lake house could be a place for relaxing and not exactly their new home in NY. PPS – Lucero & Marsha (JC’s proud Salsa Aunties from Mexico City)
Taz, in many ways, this is such a sad story, but you tell it so beautifully. Bette is trying to move on with her life and that’s a good thing. I do think that she’ll see that location has little to do with the pain you carry everywhere with you. However, a new location can mean new things to put your attention and energies into and this can often help in the healing process.
I love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello Taz, I must tell you this is such a powerful story… you create a sensation within your words that truly brings out the emotions within your reader… I absolutely love your choice of words to explore the emotional wells that exists within the readers as well as the characters… thank you for sharing… the desire to create a new life far away from all the pains of your world is such an easy response… you can escape and hide within your shell but one must realize that your hurt and pain will follow you if you try to run… take it in… yes it will hurt but it will be worth it… you will find your freedom… hugs, JC (“To become a spectator of one’s own life is to escape the suffering of life.” – Oscar Wilde)