Throughout my life
I have come to many dead ends.
But every time I have retraced my steps
And made new friends.

Like an Angel
Sent to watch over me,
You knew when to hold me tight,
And when to set me free.

You were there to greet me
Every time I walked in the door.
You always gave me the helping hand
When I fell flat on the floor.

Even at my games
I could look up in the stands,
Every time I would do good,
I saw you clap your hands.

The Smile from your face
Glowed like the stars shining bright,
and when I start to feel lonely,
I can always look up and find you at night.

My whole life
I have yearned for love.
when I remember you,
that inadequacy is taken care of.

Throughout our deep, and incisive conversations,
and sharing our thoughts and inspirations,
Through the good times and bad,
You have helped me through times- wonderful and sad.

I pray that the Good Lord
Watches over you every second of the day,
And when he comes to collect his flock
I know that with him, you will stay.

For you have Heaven in your speech,
A touch of love in your palm,
Angels in your eyes,
And I will always know you as… my Mom and Dad.

This was sent to me by a friend. Really touching story.

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car
stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I
carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home.

She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This
was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a
cup of pure water: we had a kid,
I went into business and tried to make more money.

When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us
seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home
together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in
a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Michelle came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Michelle hugged me from
behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This
was the apartment I bought for her.

Michelle said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
wife. But I couldn t help doing so.

I moved Michelle s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company.Obviously she was
unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used
to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No
matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing
dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready
soon.Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the
computer, visualizing Michelle s body. This was the means of my
entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will
you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she
believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn t
imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.

When my wife went to my office, Michelle had just stepped out. Almost all
the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint.
She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her
eyes.

Once again, Michelle said to me, John, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate anymore.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Ive got something
to tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic
calmly.

She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
me, you are not a man!

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to
Michelle.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which
stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my
company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain
in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would
become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.The idea
of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer
and clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw
her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast.

When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was
asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want
anything from me,but I was supposed to give her one month s time
before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as
possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer
vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was
broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, John,
do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding
day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories
to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms,
she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in
your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this
month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every
morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and
wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Michelle about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less
made me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention
was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So
when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our
son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, dont tell our son.
I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for
bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily.She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her
blouse. I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman
carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There
were some fine wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we
were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my
arms. The visualization of Michelle became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,
where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,
etc.I
nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Michelle about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made
me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She
tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed,
All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized
that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more
easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the
bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously
I reached out a hand to touch her
head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. He
said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and
hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would
change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from
the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as
if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made
me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our
son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your
arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life was
lack of such intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was
afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.
Michelle opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Michelle, I won t divorce. I m
serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Michelle, I said, I
can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was
boring probably because she and I didn t value the details of life,
not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that
since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am
supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Michelle seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to
the office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my
wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the
greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out
every morning until we are old.

I think I’m going down with something.

My head hurts and I feel drained.

I’m sick.