When they come for me, tell them that I want to be buried with Jack; right beside him; wrapped around him just as close as I can be. I will need the comfort that only he could give me.
Jack was always around but I never gave him a second glance. I wasn’t in to that sort of thing. Besides, I had my hands full.
Two teenagers, a dog and a busy husband never really left me with much time of my own. Before I knew it the kids were gone and I was looking forward to time for myself. But Life doesn’t always work like that; she had other plans for me.
I was the last to know that Bert, my busy Bert, had been otherwise engaged with Donna, his coach at the tennis club. He had been busy for the last four years but I had been too busy to see it.
It wasn’t messy; it wasn’t noisy; it wasn’t tear-filled – he just didn’t come home one evening.
Now I had time – and space – and a void. That’s when I thought of Jack. The first time I sought refuge in Jack was on a dark but cloudless evening.
The moon was my witness.
The fingers of shadows were starting to lengthen and I reached out to Jack. Isn’t it funny how you always remember your first time – even if you don’t want that recollection?
It wasn’t easy at first, getting to know Jack – but the soothing feeling he gave me felt so familiar, like being wrapped in my mother’s arms and rocked to sleep.
So he did – every evening at sunset – just like clockwork.
An hour, sometimes two, of mellowed quiet, cocooned in amber.
Jack didn’t let me think, he didn’t let me feel. There was no pain; no ecstasy; no anguish – just a peace that overtook me; overwhelmed me, as we melted into one.
And slowly I needed Jack more – to begin my day, to rest at noon, to end my day.
To go down the street, there to eat and drink – and to gaze out of the window.
We went far; we stayed near; he never left my side.
Jack gave me so much and asked nought in return.
Jack Daniels – I love you- xxxxxxx