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Click hereRosie moved in and we took to each other instantly, going on riding jaunts for miles daily. I asked her to marry me the following year, my aunt and Bekka cried in each-other's arms.
We had marquee's erected and a wedding over 400 guests, it was quite an occasion. Rosie arrived on horseback and rode down the middle of the congregation to see me waiting for her with tears falling from my eyes.
We raised three beautiful children here, all girls and all beautiful like their mother. My relationship with my aunt changed after I married, it was more like mother and son. Rosie knew of what had happened as I grew up here with Myra and her mother Bekka, but it was to be no more now I was hers.
We have made a wonderful life here in France which brings me up to the present day, standing here saying goodbye to my beloved aunt Myra.
I have my wife and my wonderful girls standing by my side. I am trying not to cry but it is so hard, the rain has helped to mask it. The woman who made me the man I am today has gone from my life.
Bekka is old now, she still tries to cook but has younger help in the shape of her granddaughters, we have made sure she knows she has a place here in our hearts forever, beside Myra when the time comes.
The sun is breaking through the dark clouds and the sunbeams are making the steam rise from our coats and the ground all around us. It is almost like she is rising up in the steam like an angel on her last journey.
We are the only ones left here at the graveside now, the stable-lads are waiting to fill the grave. I stay to somehow keep that prolonged as long as I can but Rosie says, "Put her to rest love, let them do their job."
My last memory before we slowly trudged away is two young lads shoveling the dirt into the hole, both crying like babies as they worked.
We walk away, back up the Chateau huddled as one to get on with my family legacy and the life we love.
The End.
- COMMENTS
Willowghby2 months ago...and I thought I was the grammar-nazi. The dueling comments remind me of 4 year old children throwing insults across the street, both knowing that neither was allowed to cross the road. (Dylan1 is clearly a bit more mature with his "chill" suggestions.)
A nice story, marred by grammar and punctuation errors - I agree. My opinion is that this slows and interrupts the reader as he repeatedly backs up and rereads until the author's intent is clear. Great plot, good and interesting characters. Thanks for the entertaining read, Dylan1.
Keep 'em comin'!
cageysea97258 months agoMaggiemight, the idiots are the ones that don't even understand how punctuation has a direct bearing on what is trying to be communicated, and therefore a direct effect on the story. If the idiotic comments were deleted, yours would be deleted. In fact, we wouldn't be having this cobras because this submission would be deleted.
maggiemight18 months agoThere are some strange people around. They complain about the full stops and comma's, with not a single thought to comment about the actual story.
This story was wonderful. Please ignore the idiot. As you can see by the other comments you have received, 99% of replies were about the actual story not where you put a full stop, sad.
I loved the picture that you painted when they ran down the hallway in wet bare feet. You do know you can delete idiotic comments don't you?
cageysea97258 months agoIf I'm so angry, why did you feel compelled to respond to my 1st comment twice, and call me a name, without a response from me between them?
Like I said, it's your butt hurt.
Why enjoy something for what it is when it's bad? That sounds like something a mentally deficient person would do.
Dylan18 months agoAuthorLike I said before Cageysea, you have serious anger issues. calm yourself. In the long run it will do you great harm.
Life is, More than, comma's, Full-stops, and, apostrophes!
Oh shit you will have a heart attack on that last sentence.
Just enjoy stories for what they are and stop being a pissed off with the world retired English teacher. Be happy my friend.
