In the days of long confessions, we can not mock a soul
When there’s too much of nothin’, no one has control.
Peter Paul & Mary “Too Much of Nothing”
Saw my In-Laws off. True to the story books, the wind was blowing, and cold. The sky was overcast, and Huck leaned against me and whined as they got in to their car.
As I saw them in to their vehicle, my Father-In-Law shook my hand, and whispered “I hope we have one more year.”
I’m not sure if he means their age, of which they are, or of my marriage of which we do not know. He had spoke extensively to me the night before, of fears, and concerns. They have asked me to stand by their daughter, my wife, and I assured them I would.
But I could not help but wonder, in the back of my mind, if she feels the same, as I wave from the porch and watch them ease down our dirt road.
I can not help but wonder, if the weather, the sky, and the scene was a fitting to the end of our tale, our movie. We just need a Peter, Paul & Mary song to make it final, a nose wiping, tear jerking finale as the hero drifts off to be forgotten from this world.
I hope we have another year. I pray for it often. I want them to have another one as well, with us and their grandchildren. So much to live for, so much to lose, and so little time. I understand that clearly. In truth, its that way for us all. We all choose what to do with our time differently.
For me, as I go back inside where she stands holding Critter, I will keep my promise to a man who gave us much and who is having troubles of his own. I will keep my promise to her mother for as long as I am able or allowed. I will keep my promise to my daughter, and to myself.
Fool I may be. But better a fool in love, than just a plain fool.