A LOVE NEVER FADING
Chapter Fifty-One
Saturday, October 18, 1919
Rose walked in. Immediately, she heard
Maggie. "Rose, you got a letter!" Her heart skipped a beat. She ran
into the kitchen. Maggie was holding a letter. Brian stood next to her. From
there, everything seemed like it was in slow motion. She took the letter. It
was from the state department. Rose held it in her shaking hand. But it was too
much. Everything swept over her. Her whole body started to shake, and she fell
to the floor in sobs. Rose felt Brian's arms wrap around her in comfort. He
rocked her back and forth, and told her everything would be all right. Maggie
took the envelope from Rose's hand. She slowly opened it. Her eyes scanned the
paper, and she screamed. Her eyes filled with tears.
"He's coming home! He's coming home!
He's coming home!" She ran to where Rose and Brian were and wrapped her
arms around them. The three of them cried hysterically.
A confused Andrew walked into the kitchen. He
pushed his way past Maggie and looked at Rose. She had, of course, been crying
most of all. He climbed into her lap. "Don't be sad, Wose." He shook
his head. "Don't be sad." Andrew hugged her around the neck. "I
make you better."
Rose smiled. She rocked him back and forth.
"I'm not sad. I'm not sad. I'm happier than I've been in two years."
Maggie and Brian looked at one another and
smiled. They hugged one another. "Everything's coming back. He's coming
back to us," Maggie whispered in his ear.
Rose smiled. It was all coming true. All
those promises, all those prayers. Jack was coming home. Her Jack. She would be
able to hold him in her arms once more. She would be able to feel him. She
would be able to kiss him again.
She remembered the letter. Rose picked it up
to see what it said.
Dear Mrs. Dawson,
Your husband, Jack Dawson, who was
previously listed as missing in action, has been found. Not all details are
clear, but we believe he was trapped behind enemy lines, then taken prisoner.
He was found by a fellow soldier and brought to a hospital, where he was nursed
back to health. He will be arriving home by boat on Tuesday, November 18, 1919.
We hope you and your family haven't suffered too much from his missing. God
bless.
Rose smiled. She ran upstairs and put the
letter with the rest of her letters. She had been right all along. He was
coming home. Rose climbed unto her bed. She wasn't tired, but she wanted time
to reflect. She closed her eyes and dreamed about her future. With Jack.