Her Name

Her.. perfection.. beautiful.. cancer.. kids.
Her name rolled off his tongue like a marble rolling down a desk. He could not get her out of his head. She was gorgeous like the bright pink and purple hues as the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. Her name tasted like the sweetness of pink lemonade on a hot summer day, thirst quenching and refreshing. He wanted to introduce himself to her, get to know all of her imperfections and still love her unconditionally. He wanted her name to roll off his tongue every day for the rest of their lives. He wanted their kids to call out to her and watch her spin around with a big smile spread across her face as she tended to them. He wanted nothing more than to meet her.

He spoke with elegance and perfection, giving her name the specialty it deserved. She would hear him talk about her all the time and she wondered why he was so in love with her. He wanted, so desperately, to meet her and love on her just the way she had wanted it. He wanted to hear her laugh accompanied by a soft smile and watery eyes. He wanted to see her filled with joy, gasping for air because he had made her laugh. He wanted that laugh to mean the world to him, and in some ways, it already did, because he explained it to them in great detail. He made it sound like her laughter was the most precious gift anyone could receive. He always made her sound like an immaculate queen. She just wished that she could understand what he was saying to them.

His wife passed away of stage four brain cancer when his two children were too young to remember it all. He always told them about how fantastic woman and a mom that she was. He never spoke negatively of her, she never deserved that. She was resilient. She fought hard for the life she had always dreamt of. She was the woman who he would never let anyone forget. Their children would live in the shadows of their mother and he would never let them forget her name.
Published: 6/5/2019
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