It's amazing - everywhere I look - offices, hallways, restaurants, schools, conference rooms, TV, movies, - everywhere - I see long, flowing, gorgeous red hair. And I'm reminded of Janell. She had the most beautiful hair, thick, rich, and so soft to the touch. Seeing red hair makes me miss her and seeing red hair makes me remember her.
And no matter how she wore it - a vast array of breezy curls, short and stylish, long and flowing - it looked breathtaking. As I sit here, I am surrounded by the pictures displaying all of those styles; it helps me remember the times in our life together. She changed styles, as she changed and matured as a Mother, an educator, a friend and my wife.
I miss the look, the texture, the fragrance, the sensuousness of her hair. And when I see the seemingly endless array of redheads parading through my life, I think of her and I sigh, both from grief and from happiness, grief from having lost my soul mate and happiness from having had the privilege of being her husband for seventeen years.
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