Disclaimer: I don't own them, don't claim to either, just borrowing them for a creative outlet

The Journey's End.

I never thought that I would find true love. But they say when you stop looking that's when it hits you. When you least expect it. Friends, we had been friends, then lovers, enemies, back to friends again, and

then we were lovers for the rest of time.

Here I sat in the darkened room, the gold band on my left hand, the circular never ending symbol of our love. A simple band that had no beginning and no end, that's how we had become, while we had a beginning, and eventually there would be an end to us I knew that our love would always be there. My grown son standing resting his hands on my shoulder, his wife quietly rocking our youngest grandchild in the rocking chair singing softly, my daughter sitting between my legs her husband was stretched out next to her, we were all together, the way that it should be.

We were married in the spring of 2005, and Mark our oldest was born that winter, he just celebrated his 40th birthday. Roberta, Bobbie as she had taken to the nickname was 37 now. It seemed like just yesterday they were infants in my arms.

My life had been empty with out him in it, and I know that his life was the same way. No matter how hard we tried to pretend that we didn't need each other fate seemed to have other plans for us. How to people who could find the way to cut each other to the bone over and over again end up being the best of friends was beyond me, but he was. He had been my best friend, my confidant, my protector.

Time on our journey was running out and we both knew it. We had tried to make the most of what we had left, living each day like it was going to be our last, but no journey lasts forever and must come to an end. Our journey…our happiness….our family…those were what kept us going, traveling on together side by side all these years.

Everyone wants something that they can leave behind when they reach the end of the road. We had it; our love would live on in the eyes of our children, and in the eyes of their children's children. As I looked at them all there with me now, I can't help but let a soft smile shine thru my sadness. I can tell that the end is nearing us now. I move softly so that I don't disturb those who are around me. My daughter is now sitting on my left, my son is on the right as I pick up his hand and gently hold it in mine. As if this is going to be the last time that I get to do this. As if I am making that one last memory to be there for me to hold on to for the rest of my days. I watch his chest slowly rise and fall taking the air into and out of his tired body. He had fought long and hard to stretch out the last days that we would have together even longer.

The three of us now have our hands on his as I can see a sad smile drift across his face before it fades into a more peaceful look. The rise and fall not getting slower, each one taking longer to come than the one before. I lean over and place that one last kiss upon his sweet lips. Saying my soft silent goodbye to him, there were no words that I could say as my heart softly broke as I see him take that last breath, knowing in my heart that he was now in a place where there was no pain. I reach down my hand now encircling, the circle that has symbolized our love, our lives and our commitment to each other. I slide it gently from the left hand to the right seeing it there doesn't feel nearly as right; it was still there with me just not in the same way. The journey, our journey together had ended, and now I would have to begin a new one with the same circle, alone.