This memoir was prompted by image #3 from the challenge
My husband and I loved walking Goldie out in the woods. She was a large dog, a gentle giant. With her head held high, she would lead the way, and we followed her every step! Many times, Goldie would stop short to smell a new scent in the air or along the path we had etched from our frequent walks through nature. Her ears would perk straight up, and we would wait to see what she needed to explore in the bushes. Sometimes my husband and I would hold hands as we walked behind Goldie as if cementing our love yet another hour.
We met as teenagers in the 1960s; I was still in high school, and he was in his first year of college. Our love grew, and we married when I graduated. In those days, there was a draft, and he got the letter only a year after we were married. We packed up to store our belongings, and I moved back in with my parents to wait and hear where he would be stationed. As it turned out, he returned in the same recruiting bus that picked him up earlier that morning. It was discovered that he had a severe curvature in his spine and was given a 4F status. We had to live in my parents’ home for about three months until we had saved enough money to rent another house– it was difficult on all of us.
Our love grew and produced two children, allowing the love to spread. The ups and downs of a relationship tumbled through our love, but our souls always seemed to hold tight. Our kids became adults, and Goldie came into our lives to close the gaps in our nest.
Nature has always been my respite. Our dear Goldie crossed that rainbow in the sky after our son had decided he was needed on the other side of this lifetime. Soon, my husband also left the physical world for one invisible. I continue my walks through the crooked paths of grief, sometimes arriving at a calm acceptance. The Blue Jays still squawk for food and the Cottonwood readies for winter, just as when we were all together. Nature moves forward. My adopted little Yo-Yo cuddles in my lap for warmth as the rain falls gently spreading nourishment to my flowers on the back deck. She is now my companion on the long walks through the woods. We often hear my husband’s encouragement to Goldie as she barks from beyond our perception. And, I still feel his hand holding mine as we all stroll on our path together.
Barbara Sinor, Ph.D
Barbara Sinor, Ph.D. is a retired psychotherapist living in northern California. Finding Destiny is Sinor’s long awaited first fiction novel, release date September 1, 2016. Her other six books are highly endorsed in the non-fiction genres of addiction recovery, childhood abuse/incest, adult children of alcoholics, and other self-help and inspirational topics. Dr. Sinor encourages your comments and can be contacted through her website: www.Dr.Sinor.com. Sinor’s other writing appears in the quarterly Recovering the Self: A Journal of Hope and Healing, as well as other magazines, newsletters, and Blogs. She currently facilitates women’s groups, designs and makes jewelry, and is working on the sequel to Finding Destiny.
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