Nothing to say - Blank page before me.

Today it is hard to know what I want to say. I want to say something significant, write something meaningful but nup got nothing.

I can think of a hundred things to have a little moan about or another hundred things that bother me slightly and probably a couple more things that seem to never go my way but this is not really where I want to go today. So...

A memory

Curved fingers stroked gently the photo that lay on the table. A gentle sigh shifted the air ever so slightly in the room making the dust mites dance across the ray of sunshine that crept around the curtains to fall across the room.

He was gone and had been gone a long time now yet she could still hear his voice and feel his touch as though he had just exited the room to make one of their many cups of tea. He had been her balance in life, keeping her steady through the demands of each day. She had loved him

Once he had gone out into the garden to trim that tree she had worried was going to fall on the back deck. With axe and saw in hand he attacked the tree with vigour and determination. She had smiled at his need to do the job with 110 percent. That smile did not last long for not only did he deal with the tree that day but had continued on throughout the entire back garden decimating some of her favourite plants. His claim was that the garden had needed a bit of a clean up and if you are going to do a job you should do it right. Her response was to go to the local garden shop and buy $200 worth of plants to add to the chaos he had created. The love was a little strained on that occasion but it held strong. She had loved him.

He had the gentlest of hearts, yet his smile was rarely seen. It would be like a gift handed to those that he saw as his. The day she walked down the aisle to spend the rest of her life as his wife, the instant when they held their newborn son together, the moment their daughter looked at him and giggled, these moments drew from him a smile that lit up the room and beyond. She had loved him

The curved fingers moved from the photo to touch the side of a well-worn face. She could feel the spot on her check where his breath had imprinted on her one last time. She had loved him. She had lost him. She remembered.