Continuing Story Part 39

The days flew by, as school finals were being studied for and Dahlia was finishing up with her tutoring with her student in dance class. Plans were final for the wedding, and  a

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dress rehearsal  date was made and everyone in the wedding party were going to be coming to the boarding home for a party after the rehearsal was finished.

Skies were turning more blue as clouds were disappearing due to spring being closer and closer. Love was in the air, and laughter could be heard all through the house. Well wishers were shaking hands when Dahlia and Drake were down town and wedding cards were being found in the mailbox.

Two weeks before the wedding. Dahlia went once again to the store holding her precious cargo, and tried on  her dress once more. She was seeing herself as she truly looked, beautiful with long flowing hair lying against the shoulders of her dress. The sales ladies couldn’t say enough about how beautiful she looked and what a beautiful bride she was going to make.

She had received a beautiful garter from her friend Sue, as something new for her wedding, and Rachel gave her a delicate silver necklace with a blue rhinestone that cradled itself in the dip in her neck. This was her borrowed gift. Ralph had went to the jewelry store and picked out a blue bracelet that matched the borrowed necklace, and as he gave it to Dahlia, he said it was from him and Rachel as her something blue gift. She had the earrings that Drake had bought her and they sat in a box on top of her dresser. Her dance teacher offered her services to do Dahlia’s hair. She told her that she would love to put it up in delicate swirls of curls, with tiny white flowers braided around the edges.

Dahlia was getting so excited she had butterflies in her stomach almost daily. She was lying on her bed and dreaming about the day she would walk down the aisle at the church, seeing Drake at the end of the walk, waiting for her and he would be smiling at her, and she at him, and both of their hearts could be seen beating from love.

Tomorrow she was having Drake take her over to her dad’s house to check on  him and make sure he was still doing well, and to see if his suit needed a cleaning or not. She had told him that they would bring over a picnic basket and they would all eat lunch together.  She thought of all that she and her parents had been through, and she felt so fortunate to have her very own father walking her down the aisle.

Supper that evening was light, and since it was so nice outside, they took their filled plates and went out on their favorite porch and ate. Afterwards, they spent time singing together, and laughing and playing together. It was a nice way to end the day, as once again tomorrow was back to business with school exams.

Drake had asked Dahlia if she could meet him at the end of the school day, as he could really use her help in speeding up the grading of these exams. He made sure to tell her that he, himself would grade her own paper. She had agreed and after everyone quit singing, they all went in and went their own way.

In his room, Drew was feeling a bit light-headed and decided that he didn’t want to do anything but go to bed. He had a big day and he knew that he had over done it some, so sleep was in order. His lights could be seen turned out early.

Rachel and Ralph retired to their room and talked of the upcoming foods that needed to start being prepared in advance. They talked about how blessed they each were with their continued love for each other, their wonderful children and all of the boarders that lived under their roof. Life was surely good.

Drake was knocking lightly at Dahlia’s door, but she ignored it as she knew that too much dreaming of him through out the day would surely make it harder to have him leave her room tonight. She wanted their first night of marriage to be perfect. She wanted them to be able to share all they had to offer to each other for the very first time together. Soon the knocking quieted, and her room was hers to do as she wished tonight, which was to go to  sleep dreaming about Drake.

Drake went to his room and walked over to his window, and looked out over the night skies, and as he gazed up at the stars, he  thought about how well his students had progressed this year, and how much he loved Dahlia, and nothing could be more important than starting a new life with her. Soon the house was dark and all were in their own dream lands.

The next morning, school as usual, students finishing up their goals for the year. Going to the office to make sure all  plans were finalized for college next year. Last minute high lights of items that were going to be on the tests were being given freely by the teachers. The teachers wanted students to do as well as the students wished for it.

The dance teacher said that Dahlia had done an excellent job tutoring the student, and that this part of her job was over. She felt that the student had made great progress from the help of Dahlia. She then asked her if she would be interested in meeting another student for a full-time job after her wedding.

Dahlia could not believe what she was  hearing. Another student, a full-time job? Her stomach did flips. Without hesitation, she quickly said yes, where is the student, is he or she in the class now? The teacher said that the job was already hers if she wanted it, that she had already spoken to the parents of the child and had told them wonderful things about her, and they were anxious for you to start teaching this child.

The child showed talent and the parents had so much love for this child that had been wanted for so very long. These parents wanted to give their child everything that they could and since they saw the interest in dance, they wanted her to have the best teacher they could afford. The parents were willing to give a nice salary, if in return they could expect an excellent instructor.

Dahlia was  ecstatic. She almost jumped up and down with squeals of delight, but she kept her composure, and instead leaned in and gave the teacher the biggest hug she had ever had and planted a kiss on each side of her cheeks. The teacher smiling, and her eyes glowing, knew that she had made the perfect choice to fulfill this job opening.

After school was over, she went to Drake’s classroom to tell him the good news, but in the excitement had forgotten that he was the one teacher that had given a pre-test to his students, giving them a chance to repair any errors and to do extra studying before the final exam started in two days.

She kept her secret to herself and instead told him she was there to help him grade the papers. He walked over and shut the door and walked back over to her and grabbed her quickly spinning her around, and as she threw her head back in laughter, he planted a kiss in the nape of her neck. This brought her head straight up immediately, and she reached up and touched his lips with hers,and for a short moment, there was silence in the world as the only breathing being done was by these two.

They let go of each other, and sat two chairs together, and buried their heads in grading papers, with every once in a while stealing looks at the other and smiling. When the papers were finished, they grabbed their things and left the school door on their way over to her father’s house.

Words To Remind Me

happy face cookies!

Happy Faces Biscuit

Alright young lady get back up

And quit acting like u been hit by a truck

You have no need to feel so low

So let’s take the past and let it go

You don’t want your friends to think your numb

Or have them worry that you’re oh so dumb

You’re not a teen with plenty to do

You take care of a brother who leans on you

So thank your lucky stars today

That you can breathe another day.

Terry Shepherd


Mind Over Body

How can a person who has what they need in life be so emotional? I woke up this morning

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early to the bell jingling from Al, letting me know he is awake. I have never done this before, but I told him it is so early, couldn’t he just go back to sleep for a tad longer? He said nothing but the room got quiet and he did not get up for another forty-five minutes, so I lay back down in my bed and snuggled up under the warm blankets.

I lay there, but immediately my mind started doing the same crap it does so many times when my body is not physically busy. It spins, it won’t settle, it starts going back in time and moving quickly, like watching a tornado come your way, to the front and center.

I hate it, I hate it so bad. I never go back in time too early. I never revisit my childhood. It always goes back to the time when dad was ill. I relive the wonderful times that I was privileged to take care of him while he was sick. My mind goes over the mean woman, that went from nice to meaner than the wicked witch of the west from the Wizard Of Oz, when she found out he had bone cancer. I relive every word, every action she did  and I watched my father fall between the cracks with her, while I tried so hard to remind him that he could leave her clutches and go back home, that I would care for him.

I then move up to five years ago when I started caring for my brother. The guilt that I carry because in the beginning, it was not the special love I had for my dad that would keep no one from doing what I was doing for dad, but now I was caring for my brother, because he needed me.

There was never a great bond between my brother and me growing up, and I can not feel guilt over this, as we were taught not to bond, to just sit and behave. Now four years later, I will do anything to keep my brother happy and safe, even tell dentists off!

How can I sit here only being up two hours and want to cry my eyes out? How can I feel this way when I have my bills paid, and Al is confused but in good spirits, and there is food on the table, and I have so many good friend. How can I be so darn selfish?

It is a pity party, isn’t it? Sometimes I believe it is, and other times, I am not so sure. It seems to be something that just pops up out of nowhere. Maybe it is the holidays coming, maybe it is the stress of wondering how I am going to buy groceries for the Thanksgiving meal, or get the items needed for our new make and bake Christmas.

I worry too darn much, but can’t seem to quit doing it, and I get so disgusted with myself, I want to just go hide under my blankets and go back to sleep. I have no right nor reason to feel this way, but here I am, ready to sob but can not force the tears to come.

I am doing a load of laundry, and I have gotten Al through his breakfast and medications. I even have my favorite television running in the background, The Golden Girls, and I have changed Al’s wet bed and have emptied and cleaned the commode, but inside, I want to sleep.

I have so much to be thankful for, so where is my smile. I so wish I would knock this crap off. I am mourning, I am mourning for the loss of my parents, the loss of a once close sister, the loss of all that was once so common and familiar.

I can not change it, I can not bring back what once was, and I know as I sit here, life will never be the same. I just want to stop, pick up my heart, lift the corners of my lips into a smile, and get excited about the day, but so far it is not happening.

So if I know what I have, why am I allowing this to happen. Hopefully, it will change before noon arrives.