The shoes had extremely tall heels: she stood two or three inches over my head. It was like dancing with my big sister. I didn't approve, but I wasn't... asked. I endured.Brad Simms was a honcho from corporate, here to "shake the trees and rake the leaves" in his words. Sales were low nationally, and our R & D department here wasn't doing a lot of developing. Rumors of downsizing and reorganization spread like a grass fire. This evening at the country club was in his honor, attendence by us peons. I have to admit; I starred. I wanted to burn that image into my mind for all time. I wanted to remember every little detail of the day of our union. I was reminded of just how fleeting that time would be.I watched as her delicate feet took each step down the aisle. I watched her gown as it rippled in the breeze. I noticed the beautiful bouquet that she held in her hands. But most of all, I looked at her face.I saw the angel who had looked out for me when I had fallen. Her head was adorned with. I think I’ve lost her for good. What’s worse, Julian’s a good guy. I hope they will be happy.”Nothing more was said. I did miss her particularly since I knew she was gone now. She had told me that she didn’t think I wanted her but I had sloughed those words off as meaningless. When she said that she was with Julian, I saw his body jerk and his face light up. He would take Christine seriously. I wish I had rather than taking her for granted.The holidays ended and I dated but met no one who. It was sad how the memories of those sweet, sweet seasons had all been washed away by a sea of chilled cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon and pint-sized bottles of E&J. Jeff enters the familiar house cautiously, reluctantly, wishing he did not have to perform this duty. His mother meets him at the door, attempting to smile through her pain, and hugging and kissing him warmly. Moving into the space off the kitchen where his father’s bed had been placed, he becomes intensely aware of the cloying scent of.