To Make You Feel My
Love
By
Ruth Wilkinson
The
phone rang.
She
looked at the display and couldn’t believe it was him calling. Time almost seemed to stop as memories
flooded her mind. Memories of good
times, bad times, times of wishing he would call and come back.
Her
finger reached, and with a small hesitation she pressed the talk button. “Hello,” she said softly.
“Hello!” She winched to hear his cheery, familiar
voice. Why did he sound so good, so
happy. “Rosie…it’s me, Randall,” he
continued, as if she wouldn’t recognize his voice, “how are you?”
“I’m
great,” she lied, “nice to hear from you, what’s up?”
“Oh
I just came back to Michigan and wanted
to talk with you. Can you meet me for a
coffee at the mall food court?”
“Is
something wrong?” she asked.
“No,
not to worry. I just wanted to talk and
ask you something. How about tomorrow at
4?”
“Okay,
I can do that,” she said.
After
the phone call she sat down in the most comfortable chair in her
apartment. What was that? She
wondered to herself. It’s been two
years. Two years, and he still is able
to reel me in like a hooked fish. She
knew it was dangerous for her to talk to him or even to see him. She couldn’t let herself be hurt again, but
she couldn’t help herself she wanted to see him. To look in his eyes…to be where he was.
Maybe
it would be good news. Maybe it would be
fine. Maybe he would be the man she had
loved and married. She had to take the
chance.
That
night was a restless one for her. She
tried to keep busy with household chores and searched the television for a
captivating movie so that her thoughts wouldn’t keep going in circles. Remembering how they met at a dance. How instantly they were attracted to each
other. Just being in his arms dancing
slowly had made her dizzy. How could
meeting someone for the first time do that?
But she needn’t have worried because after exchanging phone numbers she
heard from him again….that very night as she returned home. He wanted to make sure she got home safely
and to ask her out for the next weekend.
She was a quiet conservative person and a “weekend date” sounded a
little too wild for her. He explained
that it meant a date for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and since Monday was a
holiday another date then too. They
agreed to start with Friday and see how that would go.
It
went well. First stop was a fancy
restaurant on the waterfront, then a little trip on the river ferry to the
other side where a concert was taking place.
It was a wonderful night and they both wanted to meet again the next
day. They went to festivals and shows
and soon were a couple.
After
a few months neither of them wanted to be apart. One Saturday she drove to his house to go to
dinner and as she got in the car he switched on the radio to their favorite
station. It was a station where you
could call in song dedications. Rosie
sat back realizing that maybe he had called in a song dedication for her. She heard the announcer say, “And now tonight
we have a request from Randall to his girl Rosie. This is a special dedication because as we
play ‘their’ song, Randall is going to ask Rosie to marry him. Good luck Randall, and Rosie you are a lucky
girl. Here it is…’To make you feel my
love’ by Garth Brooks.”
Rosie
felt strange and excited about what she heard and as the music played, Randall
took her hand and said, “Rosie, please feel my love and be my love forever.”
“Yes
Randall, I do love you with all my heart.”
They
were married a few months later.
Rosie
sat back in the chair, tears in her eyes remembering the early days of their
marriage. How wonderful and sweet it had
been. She recalled the notes she would
find each day after he had left for work….sometimes in the laundry….sometimes
by the sink, or tucked in her favorite CD….just telling her of his love and how
he couldn’t wait to come back home to her.
It
was so hard to believe that something that started so fine and good could have
ended the way it did.
She
blamed it on the surgery. One day she
noticed that Randy wasn’t his usual self.
After going to the doctors and after a series of tests, they determined
he needed heart surgery. Arrangement
were made. Randall made Rosie sit down
and he explained all the assets that he owned, the property, equipment,
riffles, and insurance. He told her
their value and made sure everything was in order. He didn’t think that he would survive the
surgery, but Rosie wouldn’t even allow that thought. She told him to stop acting that way. Heart surgeries happened all the time, and
yes, they were risky but hardly dangerous anymore. She kept a brave front for him assuring him
and his family it would be okay. And it
was.
Yes,
there was a close call right after the surgery, but he made it through and came
home in ten days.
Rosie
tried hard to take care of him herself.
She wrote down all the instructions of what medications to give and
when. It took a whole page so she made
it like a chart and checked them off each day.
She was nervous and called the doctor and he suggested a visiting nurse
to come for an hour each day. This
helped Rosie because she could ask the nurse almost anything.
The
nurse assured her that he was okay and commented on the good idea of the med
chart. But Rosie knew something wasn’t
right. Randall just wasn’t Randall anymore. He was mean when no one was around. He said mean things and criticized everything
she did. If she vacuumed it was too
noisy, if she didn’t vacuum she was a slob.
When she bathed him the water was either too hot…did she want to scald
him? Or it was too cold and she was
trying to give him pneumonia.
She
told herself that it was the pain. The
trauma. It would get better. She just had to be patient. Things would work out.
So
she waited. Many times she went into the
bathroom and held a towel to her face to muffle the sounds of her heartbroken
sobs.
Randall
got better physically. He went to
physical therapy and grew strong again.
But he was never the Randall that she had fallen in love with. That man had died in the hospital.
One
year later they divorced and the last she had heard he was living in the home
they had bought in Florida.
The
next day Rose drove to the mall. She was
apprehensive about the meeting but she never considered not going. Love dies hard and it hadn’t died for Rosie.
“Hi
Rosie,” he said as she approached the food court.
“Hi
Randall,” she said as she looked at him.
He looked good with his Florida tan which made his blue eyes really
striking.
Not
being able to resist, she hugged him.
And he covered his surprise by offering to get the coffee and told her
to sit down and be comfortable.
The
conversation was awkward but Randall got right to the point of the visit. He said something happened, and Rosie thought
it was his heart again, but that wasn’t it at all. Randall had gone to live in Florida and made
a new friend. While playing pool one day
the friend sat down in a chair for just a minute and before his next turn to
play, he died. Randall called 911 and
tried CPR but it was too late. It had
caused Randall to re-think his life. He
thought of Rosie and the love they had shared and wanted to know where it had
all gone wrong. He wanted that back and
asked Rosie if it was possible. Could
they try?
Rosie
wanted to try, but she was afraid. She
didn’t want to be hurt again, but maybe she wouldn’t be. Maybe it could work. So they agreed to try.
That
summer they dated again. They were older
now but it was like finding an old article of clothing that you once loved and
then starting to wear it again. It felt
just really good and familiar. They even
started making plans for Rosie to go to Florida for the winter.
Then
Rosie noticed things slowing down. A few
days would go by without a call…they were seeing each other less. She called him and he would make excuses
about getting things in order. Lots to
do.
One
day an old friend called Rosie. It was
Pam who lived in the small town where she and Randall had lived during their
marriage. After Pam heard that Rosie was
thinking of getting back with Randall, she told Rosie something that she didn’t
want to hear. She hated to put a damper on what was happening but she wanted
to be a real friend to Rosie…to protect her…it might not be important but…and
on and on until Rosie said to just to
come out with it. Pam told her that she
had found out that Randall was on Match.com and was even dating someone from
that site.
Rosie’s
heart sank.
Well,
he was single…she was single…they didn’t have a real commitment but it hurt
just the same.
She
turned on the computer and typed in MATCH.COM.
She searched and found his profile.
It was all there. She didn’t call
again. He didn’t call her.
One
night while writing an email to a old high school friend the chat box
opened. It was Randall.
HI
ROSIE (Randall)
HI
RANDALL (Rosie)
HOW
ARE YOU DOING? (Randall)
OK…..ARE
YOU GETTING READY FOR FLORIDA?
(Rosie)
YES (Randall)
WHEN
ARE WE LEAVING? (Rosie)
THAT’S
WHAT I WANT TO TELL YOU.
I
MET SOMEONE (Randall)
OH…..BE
DIFFICULT TO SEE HER IF YOU ARE IN FLORIDA
(Rosie)
SHE’S
GOING WITH ME. I WANT TO GIVE HER A
CHANCE. (Randall)
OH….(long
pause) TALK TO YOU LATER. (Rosie)
Rosie
sat at her computer with a rainbow of emotions.
First stunned and bewildered then angry and sad all at the same
time. She clicked on new email and wrote
to Randall. She told him that she hoped
it would work out. That she was
disappointed, but okay. She added that
this would be the end for them, and asked him never to call, email, write, or
try to contact her again.
He
never did.
Ten
years later the last night radio station had a song dedication from Rosie to
Randall who had just passed away.
To Make You Feel My Love
Songwriters: Dylan, Bob;
When the rain's blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
So no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on a rolling sea
And down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain't seen nothin' like me yet
There ain't nothin' that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
Songwriters: Dylan, Bob;
When the rain's blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
So no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on a rolling sea
And down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain't seen nothin' like me yet
There ain't nothin' that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
Very sad, but I'm sure this kind of thing happens more often than we think. Well written, Ruth!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Terri..very sad but I enjoyed it so much. Looking forward to reading more of your stories!
ReplyDeleteGood story, Ruth. Sad. But I'd kind of like to knock Rosie up side the head.
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