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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Writing (01/11/07)

TITLE: A PIECE OF THE PUZZLE
By Kathleen Morris
01/11/07


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“You are sooo hot?” he whispered in my ear, tickling it with his breathy deep voice as he held me tightly in his arms after the Sunday morning service. It was incredibly daring not to mention inappropriate considering the entire congregation was lingering around us.

“Ryan…not here!”

“Why not? They all know about us anyway.”

My face burned with embarrassment as he broke his hold on me and moved his hand to his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper.

“What are you doing Ryan?”

With his usual tomfoolery, he cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention to us just to make a spectacle. If this was his way of teasing me, it was working.

The congregation began to gather around us in the foyer now as Ryan fell to one knee, unfolding the letter in his hand.

“No!” I panicked to myself, heart racing, face an obvious red. “He is NOT proposing NOW!”

“I love you babe,” he smiled sheepishly at me, “…and I wrote you something. It was the only way I could get it out…and…well…I wanted it to be something memorable, something you can read to me when I'm old and grey.”

The congregation smiled and hushed as if they knew what was coming next.

“You are my everything babe. From the first moment I met you, I knew God made you just for me.”

Ryan stopped for a minute, lifting his glasses to brush away a tear.

“…and…I love you so much!”

He sniffled and rattled the letter with his shaky hand. “I wrote this poem for you.”

“You are my radiant sunbeam
Full of beauty and light
You brighten my every moment
And ignite my hearts delight

You are the piece of the puzzle
The part that I needed most
You are my love and passion
That makes me want to boast

You are my always and forever
I want you to share my life
Now that I have your attention
WOULD YOU BE MY LOVING WIFE?”

The crowd cheered as I sobbed an ardent “yes” and kissed the young fool passionately on the lips. It was the start of our long life together, and I still have the letter. I bring it with me each time I see him now, remembering…remembering FOR him.

“You are my radiant sunbeam,” I read softly trying to see the worn paper through my tear filled eyes, hoping it would get easier but knowing that it wouldn’t.

I clutched the old man’s wrinkled hand as he tried to tug it away. “Leave me alone!” he said in his familiar deep voice. But I kept on, determined to hold it anyway, determined to bring him back to me once more.

“You are my always and forever,” I sobbed, this time breaking down. I couldn’t go on. It was hopeless. I just couldn’t reach him.

“Excuse me Mrs. Foster,” a voice interrupted. “It’s time for your husband’s medication…and the doctor wants to speak with you out in the hall.”

I swallowed hard and shook my head, folding up the letter as I walked toward the doctor. I knew it wasn’t good just from the look on his face.

“Mrs Foster,” the man frowned, “You’re husband’s Alzheimer’s is getting worse. I would like to speak with you about long term care. You see, I feel he needs a…professional to take care of him. It’s hard for spouses to cope and VERY frustrating. I’ve talked to you about this before and yet you still insist on taking care of him yourself. That’s why he fell. That’s why he’s here again.”

I shook my head stubbornly, feeling a rush of bitter emotion. “No!” I demanded.

“Mrs Foster, you can’t take care of him anymore. He needs more. He needs someone that can help him. Let’s see, how can I put this so you will understand. Alzheimer’s patients are like puzzles that are missing a few pieces. YOU can’t help him find that piece.”

I sniffled, remembering the letter in my hand as I began to smile. “I beg to differ with you doctor. I’M the part that he needs the most!”


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lynn rodgers01/18/07
oh my. this is so sad. im crying.
Delores Baber01/18/07
Your story is filled with love. Well written. It reminded me of the movie ,"The Notebook". If you havn't seen it you should. Our lifemates are not just a piece of a puzzle, are they? They're half of who we are. When we "lose" them they take half of us with them. Your story is powerful. The doctor was emotionally sterile.
Kathie Thomas01/19/07
I loved it and loved the second comment on this about the doctor too! My husband hasn't written me any poems but he does SMS me and write me lovely emails. Perhaps I should start keeping them for the future, just in case.

Great story!
Julie Arduini01/19/07
I loved this. I have kept all my husband's writings through the years, they are just treasures. You show us what is important, thanks for a great story.
CeCe Lane01/21/07
Whoo boy!! That was good. Evoked great emotions.

My neighbor just passed away from Alzheimers.
Chuck Livermore01/22/07
Very emotional writing. Well done!
Joy Mounce01/22/07
wow! It does remind you of the Notebook. I cried then too! :) Good work.
Joanne Sher 01/22/07
Just wonderful - I love the whole puzzle theme throughout. You had me laughing and crying. Great detail!
Jan Ackerson 01/23/07
Very sweet!

Be careful of overdoing the adverbs, and of you're/your. And perhaps a few asterisks to indicate the passage of time, to help out the readers?

I love the tender sentiment expressed here.
Loren T. Lowery01/23/07
A wonderful tribute to abiding love and the power written words have over our lives.
Valerie Routhieaux01/23/07
This is very good. Tears brim my eyes.

Whatever you do, don't stop writing, you have a true gift.