A Gift

Alex

I looked around the bedroom in Wayne’s house, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. I checked under the bed, looking for any stray socks. It had been exhausting, being on the farm, but I felt confident the place was back on track. Wayne could handle things going forward. Wayne and the team I insisted he hire. The man was going to work himself into an early grave. Although he was convinced it wouldn’t be early at all.

I had gotten the sense the man was lonely. More than just lonely. He had essentially given up. He was tired and weary. He missed his wife and was convinced that she was in heaven waiting for him. I couldn’t begin to understand what he felt. I had never felt that kind of love. He didn’t want to live without his wife. It was sad and sweet at the same time.

During my time with Wayne, he had regaled me with stories about her. I felt like I knew her. I almost wished I did. Hearing about his great love had made me think about my own life. I had a feeling that was his in