Whew! Over half-way through. ~Relieved sigh~
Here is something that I wrote a couple of years ago. A really, really short piece of fiction.
The Last Anniversary
Mark walked slowly to the microphone, cleared his throat, and waited for the soft music to stop before speaking. “Fifty years ago today,” he began, “my parents were united in marriage.” He removed his glasses before continuing. “They met, and fell in love while still in high school. When Dad was overseas, Mom wrote to him every day. They were married less than a month after he returned from his last tour of duty, and for the most part, were together every single day after that.” Mark paused, taking a quick drink from the glass of water in front of him. “It was a pleasure to grow up in our family. Dad taught all three of his sons what it meant to be a man, how to treat a woman, how to be a great father. Mom taught my two sisters how to grow into the wonderful, strong women that each of them is today.” Mark pulled his cloth handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiping a lone tear from his eye. After another deep breath, he continued. “Both Mom and Dad always said that they would not last a single moment without the other one, so it came to no surprise to any of us,” his voice cracked, “when that is exactly what happened four days ago, when they died within minutes of each other.” Mark glanced over to the pair of caskets, lying side by side. “As many of you know, Mom had called 911 that morning, telling them that Dad had grabbed his chest, and then fallen to the floor. The paramedics arrived less than ten minutes later, and found Mom lying beside Dad, her lifeless hand holding his. Neither of them could be revived.” Overcome with his grief, tears fell freely down his face. “So now, on their fiftieth wedding anniversary, we gather for their funeral. Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad, and enjoy eternity together. We love you both, and will miss you tremendously.”