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SUZANNE CAREY
Sr. DTLAL Columnist

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SUZANNE CAREY


COME SPRING! 

Amy had always loved the Spring.
Winter had finally released it frozen grip, and the warmth of the sun had melted the last vestiges of the dirt stained snow. The grass was beginning to turn a bright green, the new leaves on the trees were emerging from the bare branches, and the crocuses and daffodils were poking their heads out of the now defrosted ground. Spring was the time for new beginnings and starting over. And once upon a time it was the beginning of an epic love story that should have lasted for a lifetime and beyond. But Universe had other plans for Amy and Bill, and what began as the perfect love and the perfect life ended tragically and completely, leaving Amy empty and alone for way too many years.

Their story began in the Spring of 1980 at the annual town craft fair. Amy had a booth of her handmade jewelry that she was selling as a way to pay for her college classes. She was very creative and decided to use her talent to make extra money. Bill spotting her from across the lawn and made up his mind right there and then that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he was not going to leave until he got her name and a date. As he made his way over to where she stood he formulated a plan that would most assuredly get him that date, but as she looked up into his eyes and smiled, all thought left his mind, and all he could do was mumble an incoherent hello. Her laughter was lyrical to his ears and all he could do was smile in return. Amy had a way of making people feel right at home in her presence, and it wasn’t long before Bill once again found his ability to form coherent thought and speech. Bill did get that name and number, and that weekend their first date.

It wasn't long before they fell in love, and a year later on the date that they met, they married and there began what was supposed to be their fairy tale life. Bill had a well paying job and Amy finished school and started her own jewelry business. They bought a small home in a quiet suburb and lived a very happy and blessed life. But as life would have it, fairy tales sometimes had tragic endings leaving one person no longer of this earth and the other person lost and broken. And sadly such was the case for Amy and Bill. A devastating illness had found its way into Bills body and slowly took away his life, but never their love. And as he was ready to release his last breath he motioned for Amy to lean forward. With his last bit of strength he quietly whispered “Come Spring, I will come back and find you again, and our love will begin anew” And with that he was gone.

Twenty years had gone by since Bills passing, and every Spring as the bright sun warmed the earth and nature renewed itself, Amy looked for signs of Bill. This spring was no different, but Amy had begun to lose hope of ever finding him and the emptiness she had always felt inside had begun to wear her down. This spring she was turning sixty, and even though age never meant anything to her, she felt the years deep inside, and wanted nothing more than to lay down to sleep, never to wake up. But Bill made her promise to never stop looking until she found him, and she never broke a promise. So putting on a lightweight jacket she stepped outdoors and headed to the park. The first day of the craft fair was today and she never missed it. As she walked by the various vendors she couldn't help but remember the first time they met,or when a few years later he opened a booth of his own filled with his beautiful wooden carvings.

Lost in thought she gasped in surprise as she had come to an abrupt halt and found herself in a strange man's arms. Looking up into his face she attempted to apologize, but as she looked into his eyes all thought left her mind and she stood staring in shock. Although the symmetry of his face was different, his eyes belonged to Bill.

“Are you alright Ma’am” HIs deep timbered voice penetrated her shock filled mind and she responded.
“Oh yes, of course. I'm so sorry”
Feeling the warmth of his hands as he continued to hold her, she smiled warmly. A flicker of recognition briefly reflected his eyes and he said “I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is William. And you would be?”

” Amy... my name is Amy” she responded softly.
“Well Amy it is a pleasure to meet you.” Looking quizzically at her he asked “I feel as if I know you, have we met before?”
Amy just smiled a knowing smile and replied “I was just wondering the same thing.”
Releasing the hold he had on her arms, he stepped back and continued to stare.
“Is there something stuck in my teeth?’ Amy asked in a laughter filled voice,
Realizing he had been staring he laughed in return. “No Ma’am, they are just perfect. If I’m not being too forward, would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?”
“I”d like that very much.”

Offering Amy his elbow, she gracefully accepted, and together they walked across the green grass, toward the beginning of their new story . Bill kept his promise, finding his way back to her, and she had kept her promise to never stop looking until she had found him. Together they began again, like nature come spring.

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PHOTO CREDIT: SUZANNE CAREY

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