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Topic: Angry (08/02/07)
TITLE: My Elusive Wedding
By Rita Garcia
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Buried in bridal magazines, I begin planning my storybook wedding. I ate, slept and dreamt about my wedding, and in the process I closed my eyes to what was going on.
Jimmy came waltzing into the apartment we shared; yeah I knew better, I had been taught to wait, but why? After all we were in love and on our way to the altar. I tried to hold back the tears, as I once again relived our last conversation.
“Come on, Taylor, you must have…had some idea.”
“Had some idea? I thought this ring on my finger meant something, and I’ve been busy planning a wedding, the wedding you never gave a single thought to.”
“I don’t mean to hurt you, how could you not have known something?” Jimmy lowered his eyes as he began to pack his things.
“You give yourself way too much credit, you just don’t get it. It’s all my hard work and planning being ripped apart. You never once said you were unhappy, much less this.” I ran into the bathroom and closed the door, then slid down to the floor with my back leaning against the other side. I hugged my arms around myself, trying to hold my emotions inside.
“The next sound I heard was the apartment door closing, and at that exact moment the door to my heart closed as well.
When did the plane take off? I have to stop doing this, as if someone keeps pushing a replay button. It makes me furious all over again, and it’s not like its going to change anything. I am so livid I could … I could … I’ll think of something.
It seemed the plane had just taken off, when I heard the “prepare for landing.”
I cruised down the open highway in a rented convertible. I loved the feel of the wind on my face, with my hair blowing wild and free. If only life could always feel like this. I was on my way to visit with my grandmother. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I thought of grandma. I wonder what advice she will have to offer.
Grandma is a wise soul, and always ready to share her wisdom. You don’t even have to ask, just sit a while with her. The wisdom will flow like lava from a volcano.
I turned onto Shoreline, the street that would take me to the comfort of Grandma’s house. Back to the small town I had left. I should have known I could never stay away.
“Taylor, you’re a sight for these old eyes.”
I moved into the softness of her embrace, “I’ve missed you so much, Grandma.” I wasn’t prepared for how fragile she felt, like a delicate flower that I didn’t want hold to tight.
“Come out back, Taylor, I want to hear all the details about your big day. I still can’t believe you’re getting married.”
“We called it off, Grandma. You are never going to believe what Jimmy did.” I told her all the horrid details, which made me more infuriated than ever.
“Honey, I could be wrong, but you seem just a mite more upset over the wedding, than you do the groom.”
“It’s just all the hard work I put into the wedding, it was going to be perfect. Of course, I’m upset over Jimmy.”
“You could have fooled me. You seem down right mad … ‘mad as an old wet hen,’ as we used to say.’”
“He spoiled everything. Would it be alright if I take a walk down by the water?”
“Sure honey, but give a little thought to what I said. If it’s the wedding you’re so upset over, then maybe it wasn’t right to begin with.”
Yeah, I guess its better we found out now.
The warm sand on my bare feet, and the gentle roar of the waves, was the feel and sound of home. Life sure has a way of taking twist and turns.
I heard my name called, I turned and looked up at the deck of the Boardman’s house. Is that, David? Oh, my, I haven’t seen him since our senior prom.
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