handyrandyman's Blog

She was a freckled redhead. We both worked on the school newspaper. I found a trapdoor in a closet that led to the school roof.  Later I asked her if she wanted to spend our lunch time studying on the roof.  "Marvelous" was her answer.  I led the way and found a spot between two chimneys.  We chatted. We never cracked open our books.  The warm sun and the cool breeze played with her hair.  I brushed it back and she laid her head on my lap. We fell asleep. that was the beginning of a relationship in the last year of highschool.  On prom night we stayed up till 4 in the morning and chught hell from both sets of parents.  She went on to college and I got drafted. 25 years passed and thinking of her I decided to attend  my first and only school reunion.  The reception room was plastered with face photo buttons. I found mine and I searched for hers.  It was not there.  She was listed on a sheet of paper that read " In memorium", my heart sank.  I was told that she was at the last reunion and that she looked good for having 5 kids......RIP