Margaret found love again ten years after her first husband’s passing. But her problems seem far from over. When the officiant at her wedding asks if anyone objects, her four children stand up and say they do. Margaret’s heart sinks as she wonders what went wrong and why her once-supportive children are now objecting. What happened?The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows as I sat in my favorite armchair. “Oh, James, I miss you every day,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the edges of the old photograph.
The photo album lay open on my lap, filled with memories of a life that once was. I looked at the picture of James, his smile so vivid, almost as if he was still here with me. We met in college, young and full of dreams. Our first date was at a small café near campus, where we talked for hours about everything and nothing. He had this way of making me feel special, as if I was the only person in the world who mattered. As I flipped through the pages, each photo brought back a flood of memories.
