The Final Walk
She walked hard, like a mad person with her hands squeezed tightly into fists.Her knuckles were white from the pressure and her feet and legs numb from the constant pounding of placing one foot in front of the other. She looked forward keeping her mind focused on the path before her. Her mind occupied with one thought, taking the next step.
Her mind wondered for one very brief flash to the memory when the doctor said, "I’m so sorry, he did not make it.” She almost fell but caught herself quickly clearing the thought from her mind. She had to keep walking she must reach him
She was getting more and more tired. Her fast walk became more of a struggle when the rain started and it was cold and slowed her down. She crawled and continued to crawl until the pain she felt went away. She could see a brilliant light just a short distance ahead of her. She stopped for a moment and somehow managed to get to her feet. Even though she was wet, muddy and bleeding from scratches, she walked forward.
She knew she must make the final steps to reach her beloved. She could hear his faint voice in the wind calling to her, "Come to me Mary, ,you are almost here, I am waiting for you."
She closed her eyes one final time and there he was holding her in his arms and he kissed her with a passion that warmed her body and filled her with peace.