Saturday, September 26, 2009

A True Love Story

This is a true story.

Frank and Irene had been married for almost 50 years when they decided to pack it all up and retire to the east coast of Florida. Irene, especially, loved the ocean and every evening, after dinner was done and they had washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, they would walk, hand in hand, on the beach. It made Frank happy to watch Irene's face while they walked. She almost looked young again.

Their life was idyllic. But then Irene got sick. She had cancer. Frank took care of her as best he could and still, as long as she was able, they would walk hand in hand on that beach in the evenings.

Sadly, Irene passed away. Frank stopped going to the beach for his nightly walks and it was a long long time before he could do so again.

Then one evening, he ate his meal, washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, same as every evening. But this particular evening, he then went to his bedroom and took the urn with Irene's ashes and walked to the beach. He slowly walked down the fishing pier, took the top off the urn and scattered Irene's ashes into the water.

Ever since that evening, Frank goes for his nightly walks on the beach alone. But he does not feel alone. He feels he is with Irene. And as he walks every evening, he sings:

Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene
Goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

Lead Belly


  1. Just wonderful. Love your stories!

    And it makes some kind of sense that there was processing and I wonder if the idea came to him what to do what to do...just beautiful.

  2. you are probably right about the processing business, Candy. And part of that probably was that he wasnt ready to part with her ashes.

  3. I'm always a sucker for a good love story, sob, sob.


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