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Glenn Blackburn, Forty four year old unemployed man from Michigan, imagine being unemployed in michigan. Been writing for myself for thirty years never yearning to publish until i became unemployed. So i thought at least give this a try. So i am.
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: petoskey
State/Country: michigan
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
Valentines Day 1968 that was a day he would never forget, a slow smile creasing further his already aged wrinkled face. He had fallen in love with the one true love of his life that day. Mary Macgurment a shy farm girl that lived two farms down the road. Funny how memories were he could not ever remember not loving his wife or ever thinking ill of her. They had there share of quarrels most she won mainly because he had not the heart to argue with her for very long. Her blue eyes always seem to melt the hardness of his heart and turn him to putty in her hands. Grinning at these memories thinking she did have a way with using her womanly wiles with him. He truly believed a few of there five kids were a direct result of there arguments over the years.
Noise of banging pot coming from the kitchen brought him slowly from the deep thoughts of the past. Slowly rising from the couch grabbing his cane, this was never far from his grasp these days. He thought he would never see ninety years of age yet here he was at the ripe old age of ninety two and still able to shamble around. Shuffling toward the kitchen knowing lunch was about ready by the noise of dishes banging onto the table another memory came from the archives of his brain to the forefront of his thinking. Mary always tried to feed him the right foods; always forced him to exercise in some form, his mind quoted her, “I will not live the last years of my life alone Charles so you had better eat right and exercise.” He remembered shaking his head then as he was now doing as he entered the kitchen for lunch.
A plate of just the right servings of all four-food groups awaited his arrival at the table. The same plate that for the last forty years he had ate lunch on. Seating himself, he eating without words to the one who had cooked it.
Finished it was time for his nap and then the drive to the flower store to get chocolates and a dozen roses for his wife for Valentines Day. For forty years, he had never missed a Valentines Day without giving his beautiful wife chocolates and roses. Every year she responded the same way by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him until his face coated in bright red lipstick could take no more. Every year they giggled and then made love until both exhausted from the effort fell into each other’s arms and whispered sweet nothing until sleep took them over.
These were fond memories and had lasted a lifetime, had shored him up when down days came and gave him added joy on good days. Laying down he napped, dreaming of days that were long in the past, the birth of there first child and the look of pride on her weary face as she held him up for all to see. A son who had perished during the war so long ago he was nothing but a distant thought now. So many good days and only a few bad, a life time of love.
Shaking brought him from the serenity of sleep. Opening his eyes, he smiled up at the same blue eyes he had for the last forty years. It was time to get the flowers and chocolate.
The flower store was one he frequented for the past forty years. The clerks even the newer ones knew him well. He thought it funny how some things never change, how habits remain even when they were no longer useful. A dozen roses and a box of her favorite the clerk a young version of the owner smiled kindly handing him the roses and chocolate adding I hope she likes it this year.
He smiled saying she will she always did.
Laying the roses on the ground, he looked at the gravestone with the words Mary Pride in etched letters across its front Born July 5 1923 Died Feb 15 1998 my one and only Valentine written in red letters below it. A lone tear leaked from the corner of his eye running down the grooves of his face. Laying the chocolate next to the roses, he smiled at the memories of a love that never died when she did and would not until he did. Mumbling Happy Valentines Day I love you.
A hand appeared on his shoulder and he looked into the eyes of his daughter the same blue as those of the mother. “Are you okay dad?”
He nodded answering the question she asked every year since the death of her mother on this day.
She smiled. “I leave you with mom then.”
Again, he nodded turning back to the grave remembering the kisses on his face as if they were happening at that very moment. Sub consciously wiping the bright red lipstick kisses from his face a smile lit his features as the memory of the past over ruled the present and he again enjoyed the day with the only woman he ever would love.
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