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Click hereTears fell on the bed between them. Eventually Judy could speak. She whispered. "I was hired to help your mother transition out of this life. I'm a trained nurse. The very first evening I spent with you something changed. You quit being the All American boy who could play baseball and play the piano and you became a man who could sacrifice everything to be there for his mom. You became the man I've always wanted to give my life to. Josh, I love you."
He leaned to her and they kissed. Their first kiss was in his bed, naked, comfortable and loving. When the kiss ended he said, "I've wanted to kiss you since the seventh grade, but I didn't dare. I wasn't flash enough for you."
"I wasn't after flash, I wanted to be cared for, taken care of, protected and you do all that. That's who you are."
They stayed in bed until bladders and hunger forced them up. Before the funeral they were lovers. She rode with him to the funeral. Some people at the funeral talked, gossiped, about the two of them. They would have talked more if they'd stayed a little longer at the grave side.
When they were the only two still there Josh took Judy in his arms and said, "Judy, I love you. I'm asking, will you marry me and let me love you for the rest of our lives?"
"Can you play my favorite song?"
"What is it?"
"Perhaps Love."
"I know that song. If you'll sing I'll play."
They played and sang at the wedding. John Denver would have been proud.
A strange story of a piano wunderkind (unable to keep up his career) that gets even stranger after his father‘s death, with a bride thrown in towards the end like a deus ex machina. What is really disappointing: you make a masterpiece of classical music a cornerstone of your story and have not even spent the thirty seconds required to check the correct title. It is not clare de lune.
Very moving, excellant job. I liked that it span so many years of the kids life.
Perhaps Love was my parent's song, and my father died of cancer. He sang in our church. At the funeral, they played the song, but the choir wouldn't sing it. They hummed it, because no one sang it like dad. Thank you for picking it.
As i was reading this story i coldn't keep the tear from flowing. I felt the story of the love between judy and he could have been a bit more elaborate but it was written very well.
When Mom got into his bed, had to recheck I was in the romance section. Almost stopped reading right then.........so glad I kept reading. Thank you for this gift. Excellent writing. I yearn to express emotions so eloquently when I write. Your way with words....... something worthwhile. Your story.....so well done. Again thanks
Tygrrusko