Fair warning:
This one's a tear-jerker. Grab some tissues before reading any further!
“Take a walk with me.”
Every day for the past thirty-eight years, Malachi had said the same thing to
her at this time of day. Right at sunset with dusk on the other side of the
horizon waiting to greet them as they traveled down the old wooden pathway he’d
laid in place when they’d built the place up into a special oasis in which to
grow their love for each other and the kids they’d eventually had.
Now it was Michelle’s turn to ask him to take a walk with her. Only, she’d
be pushing his wheelchair rather than holding his hand as they maneuvered their
way through the woods to the vale at the end of the path. It was their special
place, and she was attempting to see that even the paralyzing grip of his
recent stroke wouldn’t take that away from them.
For all she knew, this might be the last time he’d see the place where
they’d spent so much of their married life.
