She has raised his children, dated men whose stories have left her touched and unmoved. She has traveled to places they only dreamed of seeing; Italy, France, Australia. Yet he has never left her side.
I am a former reporter for a city newspaper, the mother of two amazing sons, a writer, author and editor. The dream has come true for the girl who never fit in; the girl who wanted a life of romance, travel and adventure. The girl who wanted to eat life up, take it by the horns.
Today I found myself walking the same sidewalks from decades before. I used to buy tickets for movies at the Anthony Wayne Theater. "Jason and the Argonauts." Remember the hydra, the monsters? The ticket taker accused me of lying about my age to get the cheaper ticket. I was tall, towered above the boys my age. "You're trying to tell me you're only 12?" she sneered. I stood my ground.
Wayne wasn't a kind place if you were different, gangly, had nothing to do with country clubs. All you wanted was escape. Now you find yourself here again. The shops have changed. Harrison's Department Store is gone, as is the Rexall drugstore with its soda fountain, Woolworth's with its plastic flowers and bargain hosiery. You ask a young woman in the coffee shop if this wasn't once a photography studio. She just looks at you. "Its been a coffee shop for years." When you tell her when you graduated from high school in this town, she smiles. "Wow," is all she says.
|Wayne Presbyterian where John and I wed.|
Was it a dream? They are all dead now. You are the sole survivor. Here you stand in the same town, the same maple trees shadowing the red oak door where you and he stood after taking your vows. He whispers in your ear. "I love you. I always have."
You cry. Then you straighten your shoulders. You realize how lucky you are. You grab the keys to your car, start the engine and leave the town behind.