S is for Spare Change
Some folks say once a person’s departed this earth they’ve got no connection to the poor souls left behind, but I don’t believe such a thing is true. I know without a whisker of doubt Charlie Doyle was responsible for my landing in Hopeful. He more than likely caught sight of me looking like a person turned inside out and figured I could use a bit of uplifting.
I truly do miss Charlie. You might wonder how a woman married just twenty-one days could come to be so dependent on her husband—I wonder it too—but the truth is it happened. That night at the Fontainebleau, I felt my own heart dying right along with Charlie’s. When he stopped breathing, my lungs suffered from the lack of air. And when they told me Charlie was gone, I could almost feel my soul slipping out of my body and marching up to heaven right alongside of him.
I know Charlie wouldn’t want me to go on being miserable forever, so I’m trying to see the brighter side of things. The seeds Canasta gave me help a lot. But to be on the safe side, I’ve thrown nickels and dimes into the pockets of every outfit I own. That way I’ll remember about God providing the spare change to get me through. I’m hoping this pain inside of me will someday ease a bit. But right now, Lord oh Lord, how my heart does ache.