I drove down to Little Rock yesterday. Met my friend James from Tulsa there. Came back today with a carload of several boxes full of mementos, with an additional black box with her name on it. Seems when we went to see our beaus with the Oak Ridge Boys, her brother perform with Elvis, some Gospel concert, or to the lake, blaring Sweet Home Alabama from my turquoise 65 Chevy Deluxe, I always drove and Laura never said much sitting in the front seat next to me. Anything she did say was quite profound, however. Today she said nothing. Silent the entire way, enclosed in her little black box. I carried her thru the door of my condo in Nashville, sat down on the steps and cried, all the while holding her to my chest. Heavy stuff. Now it is my duty to take her back to the lakes she loved…where we met our first boyfriends, stole our first kisses, drank our first Annie GreenSprings, sat under the endless Michigan stars out on Lake Margrethe. My heart is full of sadness, love and pinky promises at the same time. Im taking you home, my friend.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 22:08:50 +0000