A bright yellowish orb rises from the night like a phoenix as tendrils of light spread across the mountain side.  That is the last thing I remember before I wake up in the hospital groggy and in pain.  A kind of dull ache, I should say.  The loss of Maureen finally hits me full force and the depths of my sorrow I have never known before takes over my soul.  Unable to wish myself to do anything, I lay there and hope that I die because at least then I can be with my baby girl.  Keeping my eyes closed, I listen to the nurse standing next to me.  She must be messing with my I.V., because the next thing I know she takes the tape off of my arm and withdraws the needle from it.   "Honey, I need you to open your eyes for me."  I hear her say to me sweetly, but I refuse. "No, the light is hurting my eyes."  I reply, but the real reason why I don't is because I am on the verge of completely losing it. "Alright,

"Knock" "Knock" I hear someone at the door and wonder who on earth it could possibly be.  When I open it, I am even more curious because I have no idea who this woman is.  "I am Ms. Goodberry your wedding planner.  Your soon to be husband hired me to help you out.  He said you were undecided on many things and he wants to make sure you have the most beautiful wedding money can buy, as it will be your last." A little shocked, I stand there with my mouth gaping open and staring at her.  She is quite a forward woman, this one doesn't have any problems with getting her point across I imagine.  The last wedding planner was stuck up and reserved.  I didn't get along well with her and the minute she suggested I walk down the aisle in an almost see through gown, I decided she wasn't my wedding planner anymore. After getting over the initial surprise, I invite her in and we chat on the couch for a few minutes. "It's a

After such a great night of love making, I yawn and stretch feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed.  It has been quite a while since I have felt ready to go the minute I wake up.  I guess knowing that I have a date with Ms. Goodberry for a dress fitting and other details of the wedding, makes me nervous and giddy.  Climbing out of bed slowly, I try my best to not wake up Dean and almost succeed except for one thing.  His leg is draped over mine and there is no way I can get up without disturbing him.  So, I bite the bullet and decide that it's now or never and simply move it. Watching as he turns over, he gives me that prize winning smile of his.  The one where he looks like a Cheshire cat and kind of slinks up to me before kissing me.  He says softly, "Good morning baby." Why do I always melt when he does that?  It seems to me that every man knows if they kiss a woman like that in the morning, they just fall into their a

"Don't move!"  I hear a policeman scream in the background.I open my eyes and immediately wish that I hadn't, because the next thing I know I am getting body slammed by one of the police officers.  "Stay down!"  He exclaims before I feel my head being pinned to the ground and my face getting pressed into the pavement.  As they handcuff me, I try to stay still so it doesn't hurt so bad.Crying out, I try to say, "Stop, please."  However the officer doesn't listen. Being barely able to breathe, I try to take a deep breath and when I can't I start to sob hopelessly.  He pulls me up finally by the elbow with one hand and yanks me mid air before placing me on my feet.  "Stay still or I will have to do it again.  Do you understand me Ms.?"Too concerned with the fact that everything hurts like hell now, I completely miss what he is saying to me so he yanks me around to face him and repeats himself while growling at

“Hey, so is 11:30 good for you?” I ask while getting dressed. Waking up late, I try my hardest to get back on schedule, but everything seems to be working against me this morning. “Yeah, that will be perfect.” He says excitedly. I can just imagine he is smiling from ear to ear over the phone like he used to in high school. That boy used to give me the creeps because every time I turned around he was staring at me. All my friends would kid me about my creepy boyfriend and that we should just get a room or something. I really had no clue that he liked me that way, I thought that they were just being idiots. But, the sheer fact that he remembered me after all these years and still gets excited to hear my voice says something strangely. Saying, “See you then.” I end the call and turn to Dean who seems to be not so comfortable with my little lunch date. “Why c