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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Blue (10/08/09)



Thank you my daughter, Auciel, you have all my blessings….
Now, my life was in such a peril. I could understand so well the years of experience, suggesting to me there was one day I made a mistake that made me slave to frustration the rest of my life. This decision, so sweet in its day, was made some forty years or so ago. So there was an ever-pending need for clarification: Was the decision right only in its day? Or have these present times failed to reconcile with those great youthful days?
I had just graduated from high school when I met Charity. She was just as pretty a girl as I was handsome. My intentions were too clearly defined to her it took only a very little time, must have been a week or so, before we declared our future lives together. I made the arrangements with the help of a few distant relations, and sadly… happily, we wedded.
One thing that came almost immediately as a surprise to me was the fact that, to begin with, we were really two different individuals, under one roof! We had twenty-four hours on the table. We had to decide how we were to use up that time, whether together, or if not, how much should be apportioned to the rest of our life together. I had very little skill from high school on time management; I hardly ever accomplished a single task on time, except for the academics.
I had college work to do; she even needed more. Our differences were beginning to be more pronounced. I did not like her snoring, it bothered me all night. She did not like my eating; I was all too lazy for the task, in her eyes. She would opt to eat either earlier or later. I was too careless with little stuff and messy in general. Was there a point relevant enough to be associated with the failed marriage? Sadly, yes.
Besides the work commitments; besides the coming in of Auciel, the little lady born about thirteen months down this road; besides the outside reputation, barely two years along the line, I began to question the heavens! It was all to clear, to both of us, that what we greatly feared was bound to happen: heading for divorce. I locked the thought itself in a safe in some place deeper, and threw the keys to some place higher. Now I began to find means of retrieving the keys, so that I may consider opening up the safe, at last.
The question was: why and where have we failed? And the answer was: we simply do not have the time to find out! As the years went by, the rot grew deep in our souls. At times, it was the anger, another time the selfishness. Other times it would be the greed, the other time the lack of confidence. Eventually, we lived in a troubled world. The happy times, which lasted for more than twenty-four hours a day during courtship, shortened to less than a minute a week!
Auciel is now a married woman. She knew very well her broken roots, our failed friendship, me and her mother. How we endured to even see the little Joshua, our grandson, still shocked me each time I walked in my reality circle. Many times Auciel would come and sit us down.
‘I have always believed in you guys’, she would say, all too sweet to ignore, ‘you are my moulds and I am proud of you. See mum, dad, you always told me to look on the inside, deep inside, and from there come up with the best of self that will bring glory to GOD, first, then whatever else will be of value to family and society. Because of your commitment, despite the differences, admittedly potentially great differences between you all these years, you have inspired me to learn to love your son-in-law, ‘BashiJoshua’, through the window of hope and expectation. I must confess he is such a good man, a caring father to Joshua as well. You know how much he regards you beyond esteem!’
Charity would be sobbing, I would be chocking, inwardly. I would reach out for my pocket clothe and stare at it, still with the inscription: Be Loved Unconditionally, for Ever. And on the other side it reads: B.L.U.E.

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I do love this story especially what the B-L-U-E abbrevaiation stands for. I think I like your writing style.
Deborah Ann Belka10/16/09
"I locked the thought itself in a safe in some place deeper, and threw the keys to some place higher."

How true . . . for those who will admit it.

This is a wonderful piece and so thought provoking.

I had to read it twice to really understand.

I think I could have only read it once, had you left line breaks... makes it so much easier to read.

God Bless you and your heart
Marie Fink10/18/09
At times our adult children see things that we do not. But if we took them to church their whole lives and sat them under good teaching, and showed them how to be a sinner in need of a savior by confessing over and over our transgressions against one another.....we shouldn't be so surprised when they conclude they have had good role models.

It's worth staying together and continuing to work on the marriage relationships.
PamFord Davis 10/19/09
A lot of emotions revealed here....
diana kay10/20/09
This needed quite a bit of concentration to read! It was full of thought and written with a rich style.Amazing how you managed to pack the whole of this couples married life into the word count. I liked the idea of the keys.!