By Bob Gielow
“Dad, are you crying?”
I am, but I’d rather not explain why to my observant daughter, catching our breath here at Overlook Point.
I’d rather not talk about that August night in ‘86, with Angie up here and me down on one knee. I’d rather not recall Angie’s slight step away, or her surprised and wary “Oh!” Her mouth didn’t need to say no, because her eyes were already communicating her sad response.
My ten-year-old knows that ring, twisting it around on her mother’s finger. I love my wife, my daughter’s mother, but she is not my first, my Angie.
Beautiful story and very evocative.
Aww. Lovely, really pulls the heart strings.
Draws you in. I want to know what happened!! Thumbs up!
Heartfelt in very few words. Lovely and sad.
Touching.
Nicely done!
Great job, Bob!
Really lovely story. Life is full of heartbreak
Lovely little story… though sad memories of unrequited love … kudos …
Sad.
A sad, yet happy story. So well written.