The Promised Land
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Next Stop Bowmansville
I am going to the bathroom,” Jan said as we finished taking the tent down. No problem; I will pack the car and be ready to continue our journey when you return.” Closing my eyes, I tried to remember how we packed the car when we left Brooklyn. Albeit the VW was small, it took some imagination to load everything in a way that worked.
The limited pieces we had, a backpack, the tent, hiking boots, and the ice chest, went in easier once I could see how we had done it on day one.
As I closed the trunk, I felt Jan’s arms surround me from behind.
My love, I did not hear you approaching me.”
“I walked softly and slowly to enjoy looking at my husband.”
I twisted in her arms as if they were a hula hoop and kissed her on her head.
“Are you ready to visit the Pennsylvania Dutch?”
Jan nodded her head, and we climbed into our honeymoon limousine.
“At least we will have a bed tonight.”
“Yes, we will have bunk beds in the small house in the yard. If no one else shows up, we will have the room to ourselves. Single beds will be tight….”
“No tighter than our pup tent is.”
We both leaned toward each other and bumped our heads.
“Oops.”
Finally, our lips met, and the kiss was all we needed to glide out of the promised land.
“I love you, Jan. Now and forever.”
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After almost 48 years, I recently lost my wife, Jan Lilien. Like The Little Prince, Jan and I believed that “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” This blog is a collection of my random thoughts on love, grief, life, and all things considered.