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A Valentine’s Memory

The diary was old and stained.  The edges of every page had been darkened by the fingers turning each page over many years.  A period of my nana’s life was captured here within the pages filled with faded ink and copperplate writing. 

I found this diary years ago when I was too young to understand what it meant.  To me it was the story of love gone missing and, although sad, didn’t mean much to me.  It was only as I grew up that I began to understand that the person who lost her love was my nanna.

Inside the diary there was a photo of a man in uniform.  He was handsome in that old fashioned and military way.  On the back it had a name – Robert.  I realised that this was the same name as that of the lost lover in that sad story.   This was the man who had left his woman weeping at the dock as his ship sailed away.  This was the man who had gone not knowing that his woman was pregnant. This was the man who had gone to war and not returned.  This was the grandfather that I had never met.

Also inside the diary there was a letter sent from the Middle East, folded neatly and tucked into the binding. 

“I met you on Valentine’s Day and I married you on Valentine’s Day.  Now, on this day I am at war and far from your loving arms.  If anything should happen to me, never forget to celebrate Valentine’s Day.  I will still be with you even if only in spirit.”

My nanna has never forgotten her love.  It was short but blissful and was never to be repeated. 

A few years before she died we bought her an engraved pendant with the image of his face taken from that sad old photo.  It bought tears of joy to her eyes and she wore it always.  She left it to me when she died because she knew that I understood.  She knew that I lived the tale with her.  

That pendant bought her much joy in those last few years.  It was the one thing that she took with her wherever she went.  It was such a simple and inexpensive gift but it was worth the world to her.

If you have someone special in your life, or someone around you does, think about saving the image as an etched portrait pendant.  It will never fade away.

(guest’s story)