Trails...
When I close my eyes, I see the trails that my husband walked. One of the last ones we walked together was at a beautiful path along a creek. We'd walked these trails countless times together. This time we had our family pictures taken and he walked much more slowly. He wanted to leave us one final lovely memory. I held his hand and kept pace as we talked. We reminisced as we took each step. The smiles and memories are precious to me now. Sometimes I'd get annoyed because he wanted to go somewhere to walk whether it be in a grocery store, a mall, or somewhere to eat. Now these strolls, these memories are a precious gift. Looking back, I can now see that we retraced trails to our favorite spots. He knew what lay ahead and I was in denial. I didn't want to believe that the time left for my love was so short. One of my favorite moments was when we had walked through a mall and he was tired. He paused and sat down to rest. I took a picture and to my delight, he mad...