In the Meadow

Prologue

I was 18 when my mom first told me her story. I suppose that that was pretty young to have my mom pour out her heart and live, all of her triumphs and losses to me. But I listened. I listened well. And I payed attention too, to how she acted when she would talk. Each time she got that dreamy, far away look in her eyes when she talked about dad. I guess you could say that it was pretty ordinary, first a love story and then a tragedy. But to me, it was more than that. It was a lesson. When I was 20, I didn't know what is was to love someone so much that it hurt. That you would do anything for them. Heck, I ddin't really understand that until I was 30, and I got married. And then, she taught me what it was to loose that person. I hope that I never have to understand that.

Now, she's gone. But for me, she will live on in her story, the story that I want to share with you.

So here it is.