Memories can be both sweet and painful.
Today I walked into a departmental store after a long time.The pain of losing my husband was very raw and this place held a lot of sweet memories.Visit to this place was our past time and we used to buy many things whether we really needed or not.
He would suddenly disappear and I used to spot him walking down with a box of my favorite chocolates.He knew I loved chocolates.
My heart was filled with grief today, and wanted to leave the place soon buying the bare minimum.
Suddenly a lady approached me with open arms.She happened to be my old classmate and had not met for years.It was a grand meeting,but I had to swallow my emotions down my throat while talking to her.
I pushed my cart to the billing counter and was paying.Then I saw my friend coming towards me. As she approached me I saw what she was holding in her hand a box of chocolates.She leaned over me and placed the box in my hands and said “They are for you”
I wanted to tell her what she has done and what those chocolates meant for me.
Still unable to speak I watched her go with tears clouding my eyes.
I clung on to the box and wondered how did she know? Suddenly I realized that I was not alone. I whispered with tears in my eyes “He was still with me , and she was his angel.”
