The Story Of George T. Slobonik

"I realize the post mentioning the possibility of you becoming the next bride was facetious, but since I'm here I see no reason why you and I can't get to know each other better. Are you close to your parents?" she asked.

"I 'll miss you." She drew me close and gave me a hug, and I assured her I 'd be back sooner than she 'd realize. She then told me that she loved me.

“I can’t believe you. The whole time we were married you was out fucking around! I knew you were naïve, but never in a million years would I think you would be so stupid! Night after night me waiting up for you, all the while you were out there having your affairs with women and probably men too! While you were fucking those smut buckets, did it ever occur to you that you could catch something, I guess not! You’re a poor excuse for a man. After the divorce is final I want nothing to do with you! You have dragged me to hell and back! May God have mercy on your soul!” Justine roughly pulled up to the curb. She got out the car to open Vaughn’s door.

“I know, but I missed you. You haven’t talked to me in a while. I was beginning to think you forgot that I’m your future wife. If I’m going to be your wife I have to be your number one priority.”

I gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek which caused her to catch her breath. I then turned and slowly left. As I opened the door I looked back and had a long look at her. I could feel hope, as well as calmness in the “MAGIC” and because I hadn’t felt that for a long time, I felt comforted. I was hoping she felt my optimism for us too. She was still sitting sideways in her chair staring at me as her fingers were caressing the spot where I gave her the kiss. I noticed the familiar little smile she used to have was back, so I smiled back, blew her a kiss. I then

“Kirsty I don't know how to say this in a happy way but mom died. She died 10 minutes after you left. She woke up and said she loved us very much then passed away. There was no one there so the doctor called me and told me the news. He is very sorry for us and told us to stay strong. The funeral will be in a week in Utah” -Cathy

With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my

Many times in society, life is sometimes influenced by art and during other times art is imitated by life. Art being able to imitate life means that the brush strokes of a painter or the innovative ideas of an architect are influenced by the world around him or her. During the years of 1900-1917 the United States was going through a number of changes. These changes helped to indentify the period as the Reformation Era. During the Reformation era the United States was becoming reshaped politically, economically, socially, and culturally. Painters such as George Benjamin Luks used pastel colors to paint pictures of a newly reformed society. In his painting Hester Street revealed a New York City that was accepting to Jewish culture and lifestyles (Figure 1) . Other pictures painted during the Progressive Era depicted more areas of city life, sports, different ethnic groups and culture. The life that was present in many of these painting showed a country that valued women, minorities, and individuality.

She couldn't do this to herself anymore. This was the last time, she knew it. Not just because she wanted to end things but because she could see it written all across his face. He was finally ending things as well. "I know." he started, his words soft and sad. "I love you, Coby and I always will but I am about to have a family. " Now he looked away from her. She merely nodded but stayed absolutely silent. "Things could have been different but.." he cut himself off but she knew what he meant, if she would have said yes to his proposal. She mentally kicked herself, she should have just married her and it would their children he called family. In that moment she felt so many emotions that she knew she was about to break, she needed to get out of there before she began crying. "We need to be strictly professional for now on." he finally said after a moment, braking the silence that filled the cruiser. "I know" she replied but she could hear her own voice break. She needed to get out of there right now and so for the last time, she leaned across the cruiser and places a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, too." She said before slipping out of the car, leaving him sitting

We all jump out of our seats, a scream releases from my mouth. I turn to my left and reach out to hug him. I falter, my nerves finally returns. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. "Congratulations Alina." He whispers.

And despite how badly I want her back, back in the safety of my arms, there is nothing that can be done to change what has happened. My heart mourns over the grief of her passing. Oh, the pain, it causes me unbearable pain, but I oddly seem to like it. It reassures me that our love is true, that our love is strong and eternal. As peculiar as it may sound, I hope that the agonizing pain will never ease as the time passes by, I hope that my heart will continue to ache, validating that my love for her is still remains, treasured in my heart, till the day we reunite, embrace and rekindle our love for each other. Till the day we reunite in the afterlife, where our love will continue to grow

His death has severely lessened her lasting impact on my life. My memories of her are rarely thought upon; thus fading into complete obscurity eventually. I had once viewed that time as ours, but now it is his, nobody else’s.

"No, you promised me today. Admittedly, tell me. What knows you'll find your love here," she stumbled out the last words, with tease she always liked to do.

The weather was warm yet brisk at the same time as I walked from my grandparent’s new house to the car. As I attempted to squeeze into the backseat, it finally sunk in just how much stuff my sister thought she had to bring with her. I moronically asked her, “Why on earth would you possibly need all of this stuff?” All I got in return was a menacing glare from my sister Erin and a quick “STOP” from my mom. I thought to myself, “Just a few more hours and she’ll be gone forever, peace and quiet will finally be mine.” I could not have been more wrong.

It is the fifteenth anniversary of my wife’s passing. Even staring at her grave, I feel nothing. I feel empty. The feeling of tears welling up inside you, or the feeling of joy pounding at your ribcage trying to escape. I do not feel those things anymore.