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Topic: Rejection (11/15/04)

TITLE: Because of You
By Glenn A. Hascall


You promised to cherish and honor me. You had no idea what you were in for. There were nights Iíd come home angry with the world, my boss, the car, the bills and you were the one that seemed to bear the brunt of my frustration. Perhaps this seems a bit too little and a lot too late, but Iím so sorry.

Sometimes I was the child and you had to pick up after me and calm the real and imagined injustices away with your words of assurance. In the end your Ďsavage beastí was soothed. Sometimes I was the perfect gentleman - almost. At least I had good intentions but I would often blow it; a friendly joke carried one step too far, a stinging remark made in fun but striking raw nerve.

I hated to see you cry in those moments - knowing it was my fault - wanting to take it all back - questioning my own rejection of your sacred trust.

You promised to love me for better or worse. I provided you with more worse than better. I struggled to pay the bills and we lived in a home that was always too small and never quite warm enough. Our cars were never new and you often did without because there was something I just had to have. Itís easy now to see how selfish I was.

There were moments when I experienced the better; a walk in the park in spring, riding bikes along a tree-lined lane, moments when funny bones were tickled mercilessly, moments of such exquisite tenderness that they cause pain in the remembering.

I promised to love you in sickness and in health. This was my trial by fire, dear. Slowly, something I could not control devastated your body. Someone with a greater purpose than ours lovingly courted you and one day you went with Him leaving me behind. I was once more rejected - left alone, but I know you could do no less than dance with the One who offered the only thing left - eternity.

I saw the light dancing in your eyes as the moment drew near. You seemed so at peace and you expressed your love for me so gently. If I were to have held on too tightly, I would only demonstrated the fool most suspected I was. Perhaps, it was your new Groom that made it possible for me to see you through those final moments.

So, today, amidst these trees and in this grassy place I can tell you all the things your life taught me. I can see why God placed you in my life for such a short time. Your heart, a burning flame that shimmers in my mindís eye as I see the way you were used to change me. I am better because of you.

Youíre not really here, I know that, but it helps to talk. Iím certain youíre entertaining others with your smile and gift of song while I struggle to remember the wondrous lilt of your voice as it danced an effortless waltz on the air.

The kids miss you. They often cry, wondering why you left. Even now our dog, Scruffy, runs to the door and whines expecting you to come through the door. We all turn to see if itís true. Of course itís not but we canĎt seem to resist. Iím not sure how you kept this family together, but itís because of you that I am determined to keep it together even when I am certain that there is no way I can do this alone.

Youíll be happy to know that I am picking up my own clothes these days. Some might call it self preservation. I have even learned the guarded secret of how to keep from wearing pink socks. Yes, I did learn it the hard way. I am having to learn to cook, the kids are tired of fast food.

It has taken a while to come to terms with the fact that you did not reject and leave us, but God called you away. Itís easy to deceive myself by thinking that it was something I did, or didnít, do that caused you to leave. It is a struggle I think I will face for the rest of my life. There is so much I could have done for you, so much I wish I had.

Happy Anniversary, Sarah. I miss you.

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As usual a job well done. I don't have a clue if this is true or fiction but I'd tell the the spouse left behind that he isn't alone.
darlene hight11/22/04
Beatifully written!
Marjorie Arrowood11/22/04
Move over, Nicholas Sparks! Well-written. I hope it is fiction.
Glenn A. Hascall11/22/04
I suppose it is becuase I wrote this first person narrative but in answer to your question - this is a work of fiction as a result of years of observing people and life itself. -- Glenn
That's some work of fiction!
Deborah Anderson11/23/04
Very nice job, Glenn. Awesome and refreshing take on this week's topic. God bless you.
Lois Jennison Tribble11/24/04
Hits an emotional homerun, Glenn, scoring points for many husbands who have taken their wives for granted. The first person conversational tone works effectively to help wives appropriate this apology by proxy. Beautifully done!
Kathy Cartee11/25/04
Wow ! great work.
You do have a gift to write and touch hearts.
Norma OGrady11/25/04
I don't think that this story is fiction. It touched on to many feelings of how a grief stricken, lost without you person feels. for once they have found the true meaning of life, "LOVE"
nice written story
Yeshua bless
Debbie OConnor11/27/04
Just beautiful. Made me cry and smile. If it's true it is a wonderful tribute. If it is fiction it is incredibly realistic and moving. God bless you. You have a tremendous gift with great versatility.
Karri Compton11/28/04
What a tear-jerker! Excellent writing - I was right there with him! God bless, Karri
Jennifer Solla11/28/04
As I was reading your piece,I was sure that this was a true story. You did a wonderful job of placing yourself inside the character. Your story is truly beautiful and full of real emotion.
Linda Germain 11/28/04
GH, If I did not know that you adore your wife and kids,it would have been hard to prove to me that this was fiction. Sometimes a writer with the most delicious sense of humor is more than able to dive just as deeply into the serious waters of human frailty and pathos. You are one of those! Excellent. A+ Blue Ribbon work!
Blessings, dear Brother.