The Lost Letter

I handed it to her and watch as her shaking hands unfolded it. She silently read it as I noticed a tear come from her eye. She looked up at me and smiled again, and said Now my life is complete, he is calling me back and we’ll be together and start again’ I didn’t quite know what she meant but didn’t question it, I just gently squeezed her hand, stood up and showed myself out. My mission was complete. I took the next cab back to the airport so I could be home by dinnertime.

Arriving back home, I had a sense of completion in my heart, I don’t understand what called me to do this, until I walked in the front lobby of the Barber house again. There on the wall where the painting of young Jonathan standing by himself hung, was the same painting. This time it was a wedding painting, of him and Joanne, It was her all right, sixty six years younger, but it was her. I stared at the picture, they were both smiling and Joanne’s eyes were looking right at me as if to say thank you. When I got upstairs, I called Joanne’s house in Philadelphia. This time a man answered and told me that Joanne Jamison sold the house to his father back in 1931 and never came back. I hung up the phone and smiled. The letter some how was an invitation from Jonathan, a link which by some accident, broke fate, and once it was delivered, it allowed time to be relived in it’s proper format. You see today is April 29th, the day, 66 years ago that Joanne was supposed to meet Jonathan here in Myattburg. And it looks like she finally did.