Brady and Stephanie were neighbors and loved each other it seemed like forever. Their parents didn’t always approve of their relationship and tried to discourage them. Sometimes they would pretend they didn’t like each other just for fun to see what that would be like.
He adored her and she thought him the handsomest person she’d ever seen.
One day the world fell apart for them when Brady’s family moved away. Far away—to Texas. The two were desolate, couldn’t eat or talk. Their families were sure they would get over it in time, but that didn’t happen.
Finally, Stephanie received a letter from Brady for Valentine’s Day. If I am a million miles away from you, it won’t change anything. When I get into 5th grade I will run away and come back to you.
Pinkie Paranya
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It was February 14, 1988, in the heartland of Portland, Oregon when my true love broke his promise to me and shared his dying love.
For years, I grieved in silence not knowing for sure why he left. Until twenty-seven years later, while I lay in deep slumber, he came to me.
“Hi,” he said. A big smile crossed his face. “I’m happy now.”
From my bed, I watched him fade back into eternity. Sleep did not come easy for me the rest of the night. And it would be weeks before I would understand the meaning of his visit.
I would learn the cold, bitter truth a few days before his tenth anniversary, when I clicked open a picture on Facebook and saw his gravesite.
May15, 1952 – December 15, 2004.
Yes, he had traveled ten thousand miles, plus many more, from a place I call Heaven.
Suzie Hagen
Write On the Edge 