This time of day, on June 11, 2000, we were cruising the River Walk, from bar to bar, with Addy and several friends. I was high as a kite, without being at all drunk. I was wearing that beautiful dress, and looked and felt every inch a bride. My feet didn't even hurt in those pointy-toed high heels.
"If I could keep time in a bottle..." I would open the stopper of that night and inhale a deep draught. It would smell of sandalwood and roses, Guinness and Glenlivet, Ivory soap and sunscreen. It would sound like muted conversation and laughter, and the lapping of the river and jazz coming from one of the bars.
It would feel like heaven.
Oh Ronni, its hard to imagine what you are going through, but your post does give me a sense of what you arefeeling. The smells, the sounds, you in your pretty dress and pointy shoes........!! I know this is a tough day for you.
ReplyDeleteThe day is almost over and you will have made it through another "first". I don't imagine it gets easier, it just may hurt a little less.
Such wonderful memories, Ronni. Your heart must have been so full.
ReplyDeleteYour anniversary will always be sad and special at the same time. In the same way, you are able to write so beautifully about your deep dark pain that touches so many people and makes us all feel so close to you and to others. You have a special gift and thanks for sharing. Not any consolation there, but thank you anyway.
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