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Spending The Day With Someone Close
By Kiki Stamatiou
Having the rest of the day free due to a day off from work, Thomas James saw this as the perfect opportunity to spend the day with himself and with someone close to him. He took it upon himself to pick up flowers from one of the local flower shops in town to take to Weston Memorial Cemetery.
As he kneeled before Jayna Kinkade’s grave, he placed some yellow long-stemmed roses behind her headstone. Digging into his inside coat pocket, he pulled out his diary comprised of some poetry he wrote throughout the years. One in particular was called Where Did The Quiet Go? He flipped through the pages until he found it, and he read it aloud. “Where did the quiet go? I never knew anything but the raging waters that brewed inside my heart, because of the anguish I felt. My heart was destroyed by a jackal that launched his own brigade upon my head. In doing so, he took my soul and tore it to shreds, leaving me less of a human being. The Lord brought me a light that cut its way through the smoky clouds that fed upon my spirit, but I took that light and burnt it out the day I took your life in my hands, Jayna. I was compelled to bind myself to the fabric of those addictions that ate me up alive. I couldn’t see the glory that God put before me. For a short time, I had a gift in my hands that I had difficulty hanging onto, because I was blinded by my agony, I couldn’t see the light before me. But now, I see the truth. I walk into the light of God who fed my soul with life, after going through years of suffocation. I’m free of my demons of addictions for fifteen years now. I know I still have a long way to go when it comes to healing. It’s a long walk out of this darkened tunnel, but I’m up for the challenge.”
“That was beautiful,” said a voice from behind him.
Turning his head, Thomas James saw a man who towered over him. “Do I know you, sir?” He asked.
“You should. That’s my sister buried here,” the man said pointing to the headstone.
“Milton Kinkaid?” Thomas James cried, as he stood up, while closing his journal, putting it back into his inside coat pocket. He hung his head in shame as the tears flowed mercilessly from his eyes.
“It’s been a long hard road for you, my friend. I know it’s sure been for me,” Milton Kinkaid said as a tear fell from his eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” Thomas James wailed as he fell to his knees, “I should been died in that accident, not her. Now it’s all a waste.”
“Nothing is wasted, my friend. For you to come here today, you’ve shown remorse. You’ve shown me how sincere you are.”
“Aren’t you going to punish me Milton?” Thomas James said while pulling pieces of grass from the ground.
Milton Kinkaid knelt down next to him, grabbed his arms and said, “You’ve already been punished. Don’t go on punishing yourself anymore. There’s no need. You’ve served your time. It’s time you move on toward the next phase in your life. I don’t want you to go on suffering, although I did all those years ago at the time of the accident. Over time, I’ve come to forgive you. Now, you must forgive yourself, my friend.”
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