2020 was an epidemic year. It was the year the biggest argument of our twenty-five-year marriage erupted. Like a volcano, my wife's frustrated and angry scream sent shock waves that knocked me off my feet. At that moment, I knew something had broken.
We buried the issue by pretending it was an ordinary argument and focused on the viral threat plaguing our world. We had essential jobs, so we weren't trapped inside the house together. Life continued through COVID-19, and so did our anger. We slept on the bed seams, talked very little, and wondered if this was it. Would 2020 destroy our world and marriage?
It didn't. We persevered, refusing to let 2020 break us. However, like our world, our marriage wasn't the same. In 2021, I started a personal healing journey by solo camping on Fridays after work to visit all 92 state parks.
My first destination was Elephant Rock State Park. I used the time to think, sing, weep, laugh, and meditate. I looked out my car windows at God's beautiful creation and prayed that he'd recreate our marriage and make it beautiful again.
Little did I know that my prayers for our marriage would be answered in a unique way through an encounter with a person I have never met at a place I have never been.
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The parking lot was bigger than I imagined and packed. While searching for a spot, I was surprised at all the activity. I assumed state parks would be secluded and mostly unused. I saw dozens of remote-controlled toy trucks climbing a small hill of exposed granite boulders, mothers pushing baby strollers, and day hikers gearing up. There was even a food truck selling shaved ice. I bought one – root beer flavor.
Elephant Rock State Park attracted more tourists than outdoorsmen. Its many asphalt trails boasted of its handicap accessibility and ease of hiking. Since I'm a card carrying member of couch potatoes, I relished my upcoming hike on the blacktop sidewalks.
The sidewalks meandered around the main attractions like a snake through a rock garden. Over a hundred elephant-sized granite boulders spread out haphazardly, like marbles thrown by a kid. I took pictures, read plaques, and climbed some boulders. That is where I met the old man.
I don't recall his name. He had to be over eighty but had no trouble walking the trails. He used a cane and wore an Air Force baseball cap.
He had served four years; however, the Air Force stationed him in a desert, and he never forgave them for that, so he opted not to sign on again and returned to civilian life. He told me he lived a few hours east and that he and his family come here yearly.
On this day, he was with his adult children and grandkids. I could see them trailing us, but they let us talk alone.
"I pushed her in a wheelchair when she got sick," the old man said.
I noticed she wasn't with them.
"Did that for a couple of years." He looked down to the sidewalk the entire time he talked.
"So, you all really like this place," I stated the obvious.
"We do."
I had my iPhone out recording video of the more scenic spots. I used those videos to help me recall what happened next.
We strolled up to a waist-high rock wall. At the bottom of our cliff, a breathtaking lake lay still and reflected the trees like a mirror. The old man stood beside me.
"We spread my wife's ashes here. Right over this wall. It was her favorite spot."
I couldn't believe what he divulged to me—a stranger. They weren't here to hike. They were here to visit her. I glanced over, afraid he would be emotional, which would make me feel awkward since I'm not comfortable around people who get emotional. But he was smiling.
"This is her anniversary."
I can't remember what anniversary. I suppose it had to be her death or their wedding. I believe he told me how long ago she passed, but I stopped recording before we got to that part of the conversation.
I couldn't help but think of my marriage. Could we be as close as these two were? Will one of us spread the other's ashes over a special place? Then, return year after year to visit?
Our conversation lasted a half hour, which was a significant amount of time for me to talk with a stranger. I'm not the guy who converses in the grocery store over a watermelon with someone I've never met, but something was different today, and I'm glad it was different.
The old man proved that two people can have a happy marriage. He didn't give me marriage advice, but I gleaned some lessons from what I saw. They had a common interest – Elephant Rock. They were close to their kids and grandkids. They spent time doing things together. They were happy together.
My wife and I weren't spending much time together at that time. After all, I was solo camping, for goodness sake. The kids had moved out, and we found we had nothing in common. And neither one of us could say we were happy together.
I left the park and went straight home. On the five-hour drive, I thought of ways to fix our marriage: to make it more like the old man's. But I kept running into the same problem: I was still angry at her. Her scream echoed repeatedly in my mind. That marriage-ending scream angered me. We were just arguing. Why did it escalate to that level?
Ultimately, I had to let go of the question and the anger. Somewhere on a back highway between home and Elephant Rock, I was given the ability to forgive her, and me. It wasn't an instant realization, but a gradual understanding that holding onto the anger was only hurting us more. I had to let go of the past and focus on rebuilding our future together.
Today, we have the kind of marriage the old man had. We've created common interests. We've intentionally remained close to our adult kids and grandkids. We seek out things to do with each other. I can honestly say now that we are happy being together.
The old man has likely passed by now. I like to imagine his family spreading his ashes over the same wall into the same lake and that the couple has finally been reunited at their favorite place: Elephant Rock State Park.
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49 comments
What a profound story. The truth is unhappiness, at times, is part of marriage. But they did a survey of couples - split up and still together. It revealed that singles who have left a marriage have more bouts of unhappiness than those who stick it out and work on improving the situation. How lovely to see an elderly couple walking hand in hand. When you see a photo of such a couple, it means so much. The camera has captured in a moment, a whole lifetime of love. Love despite the problems, of which we all have our fair share.
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I must agree with sticking together. We are happier. Thank you for reading and for your uplifting comment. Good to have you back 😀👍
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I'm still busy but have been reading and writing in Reedsy once more. Managed to write to the last prompt despite time constraints and have ideas in my mind for the next. Thanks for the welcome back. It seems to have been a while.😁
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Lovely story and great that there was a positive ending. Covid destroyed so many things so glad that their marriage survived.
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Thank you, me too 😀👍
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Me, too! Especially since it is our marriage that he is writing about! 🥰
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Wise look into what it takes to make a marriage work. Thanks for sharing something so personal. Like that your lovely wife chimed in, too. Thanks for liking 'Long Lost'
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Thank you, Mary. She is very supportive of my writing. It was good for us to see our healing from a story's point of view.
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Hi Daniel, such a lovely story and you are so right anger is so corrosive and so hard to sumount, especially in close family relations, so am delighted your characters resolved their issues because I so love a happy ending.
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Thank you, Molly. It is actually a real story about my wife and I. I chose a creative nonfiction story to help me explain our journey - to my wife and I. You are correct, "anger is so corrosive." Thank you for reading 😀👍
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Wow, thats even better. congradulations.
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you
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This is inspiring and insightful. Very well written and well told. It takes the reader on the main character's journey and there is a character arc showing a change from beginning to end. Wonderful story!
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Thank you, Kristi. 😀👍
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What a lovely, emotional story. I read some of your comments, saying this was a true story. The vulnerability you showed is remarkable. I tend towards fiction, with only tidbits of my life seen in my writing, shying away from things too personal, so I truly admire what you have written. It is something I need to work on. Thanks for allowing me to see how it’s ok to be vulnerable. Great job.
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You're right, it is hard. I started with no intention of posting, I think that helped me the most. When I finished I thought, "The best writing is honest, and I can't get any more honest than this." Thank you for reading and for your comment. It was very encouraging.
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It's good that the man didn't give any advice. A good decision was made without it. I am happy for you and your wife. Thank you for the story.
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You're welcome. Thank you for reading
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Daniel, such a heartfelt and personal story about the suffering and complications of marriage. Nice job!
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Thank you 😀
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I’m not used to commenting on stories because I don’t feel experienced enough, but I really enjoyed your story. The encounter with the old man was especially touching. I loved how you showed that true love and closeness in marriage are achievable and worth working towards. The story feels honest, natural, and inspiring. Great work!
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Thank you for your comment. You might not feel experienced enough, but you're really good at it 😀👍
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Thank you for the inspirational story, Daniel. I love your solo camping idea to all the parks--very cool.
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You're welcome, I only made it to 18 parks before I noticed they are very similar 🤣
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Beautiful story! It rings true. Your last paragraph gave me chills.
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Thank you
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We're spreading my wife's ex/kids' bio dad's ashes at a state park this fall if we don't get caught. Lovely story about how others' lives can touch and enhance ours, and help us see the way to conciliation and redemption. Well done!
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Thank you, Martin. I hope you don't get caught. It appeared to be very special to the old man and his family.
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Wow, this was an amazing story. As I was reading it I couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it, the emotions just seemed too real to be a fictional story. I saw in the comments that it is a real story about you and your wife. Thank you so much for being vulnerable and writing it! God is so good, and I’m so glad He helped you fix your marriage!
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Thank you, McKade. God is good.
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A lovely piece. Can tell it's heartfelt.
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Thank you. It is. I'm surprised I went through with it. I started with the idea that it would be therapeutic. The next thing I know, I entered it. 🤪
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Hi Daniel, Really nice story bringing home the things that matter. All long-term relationships have their ups and downs and it often pays to stick with them through the thick and thin. To remember what brought people together in the first place. An inspiring stranger.
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Thank you, Helen. I couldn't agree more - it pays to stay 😀👍
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I’m glad 2020 was the end of us. I know we are doing so much better but I recognize that a marriage isn’t something that is just “fixed” but something that needs constant work. I love you, babe!
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Agreed 😘
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So happy that story have happy ending. I forgive my wife so manny stuff (some I don't remember what it was) because I'm complete when I'm with her, unhappy when alone. Thank you for this, because it serves as reminder to me what marriage is.
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Very well put: “I'm complete when I'm with her, unhappy when alone.” I agree. Thank you for reading.
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Lovely, and wise, story. Strangely, as I read through these wonderful stories (including my own meagre contribution), I keep reading, in various ways, about old age and dying. but I suppose that's travelling to a place one has never been...
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That makes sense. Thank you for reading.
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Lovely story. Definitely inspirational. A nice way to share a valuable truth about human nature. I’d like to have felt more “in” with the MC with more details of the surroundings as the two walked and talked. Was it a warm day? Did the trail wind through trees? Were there mountains in the distance? Grand sweeping views? Just my thoughts. Thanks for sharing this beautiful and insightful story.
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There were trees and granite boulders 🤣 I set the stage by pointing out the people in the park. Also, the story isn’t fictional - it’s about me. I wasn’t interested in the scenery, but in the old man 😀👍
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👍
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