I picked a bunch of the forget-me-nots and continued walking. As I approached my house, I experienced a vivid jolt in my consciousness. A voice spoke to me: the dead are gone, it is the living that matter.
I walked to my neighbour's house and knocked on the door. I handed the flowers to Pam as she greeted me. "These are for you," I said. Pam took the flowers graciously and thanked me. We chatted for a few moments and then I went home.
As I opened my front door, I smiled. What had happened to Arnold is the most awful experience of my life and I frequently have gone to bed weeping over it. But Arnold is dead. I will always remember him. The living are still part of this life. I choose to honour God and Arnold in how I live my life from now on. And as Arnold wanted I will never forget.
I will be discussing this saga next on my radio show, Your Happy Memories. The show on Sunday is called Broken Hearts/Broken Families. Do tune in. Your Happy Memories
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