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She said The couple stood there for the longest time saying nothing. Each held the other's hand firmly. I watched and wondered just who laid beneath that stone before them. Courtesy compelled me to stay my distance and not intrude on the private moment. Going about my own caretaking chores, I kept glancing back in their direction. Then they were gone. Finished my particular tasks I debated what to do next. Now I had to go there. My mind would not rest if I didn't. What was it about them drawing me to an unfamiliar headstone? They were just two more mourners, right. A few yards from my goal the couple reappeared near a tall tree. I saw their faces now. A sad lost look covered what should have been ones of youth. "Come on, Marty" came from her lips as the two walked down the hill. I turned toward the stone and back again. My eyes deceived me. Like the wind they were gone. Wanting to leave for home I continued on. Now I knew why they remained for so long in silence. The names on the grey monument were Martin and Sharon. They had died ten years earlier this very day. Near my car I could have sworn I heard her say, "Come on, Marty" one more time. He said nothing as they again went into the trees. Why I can't say but to the old newspapers I went. On April 17th 1995, Martin and Sharon died in a crash. Their car went into the deep river waters. The bodies were never found. Some say they visit the site each year on this day. They also claim a chosen few ever see them.Some things in life one never forgets. This day will be one of them. Carl Hills chills32@comcast.net |
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