The Way Of Life

It was just us, sitting watching the sunset. This is the story of how I lost my soulmate, the day my life felt like it was going to end.

I was walking down the park with my husband, newly married, and we were watching the sunset. Talking about how beautiful our lives are if you really look at it. We arrived back at our hotel when we first laid eyes on it, a note, and not a nice looking one might I add. We walked over and started to read the smudged letters. It said “This is a ransom note, I have something you both love dearly and you will try to get back at any cost. Pay 100’000 dollars in cash by midnight tomorrow at the Hall Of Justice. If there is no cash you shall both meet the end of your life”. “But we don‘t have 100’000 dollars” I said, “Then we shall retrieve our things with our paying the ransom instead” said my husband, Philip. Then he told me his plan, we shall sneak into the Hall Of Justice, and sneak back out with the things we love most. I shall stay in the car to be a getaway vehicle for when Philip comes back out, that way we can drive away and tell the cops everything that happened and be safe forever. Tomorrow our plan will be put into action.

Today is the day we head down to the Hall Of Justice, we are driving there right now, and when we get there Philip will sneak in and I have to wait in the car.

Philip has gone in and has been in there for about five minutes now, and he is just running out, that’s when it happens...

There’s a gunshot and Philip drops to the floor, it takes me awhile to register that Philip is dead. He has been shot, so when my brain focuses and I realise the men are coming for me now the next thing I think of is to drive. So I do, I drive as far as I can go to the only place I can think of, my parents house.

It is about four months later now and I am taking a walk to the place that

is most special to me, the lake where Philip asked me to marry him. I see the moon reflecting in the water and sometimes I think, that Philip is

looking down on me from the moon, and is beaming as wide as his lips can stretch.

And that is the story of how I lost the love of my life, but the world keeps spinning and life moves on and sometimes, you have to as well, for now I am pregnant a third time and in a happy relationship, and I think Philip will be

ok in the end. My kids, they play in the field where Philip and I got married, they play in the field where my

new husband and I got married, Alan. My kids who are the things that light up my world the most, Aurora and Philip, my children who I love and cherish in this world. I am nine months pregnant and I am ready to have this baby to bring my kids another sibling, to bring another

meaning for me to keep living my life.

I will never stop thinking about Philip, eventually I will tell my kids, Alan already knows, and I will soon have to tell the tale of Philip again for my kids.

I am going into labour and the kids are and grandma’s house, and I have some crazy news, it’s twins! I can’t wait for them to be born so I can hold them in my arms. The first one is about to come and then I see Alan holding her, and she has a beautiful. I don’t know how we will decide on a name, and that’s when the other baby comes and she is equally as beautiful.

We have found out that they are identical twins, and we have figured out their names, Kaitlyn and Abigail. So we now have four kids, four that can play in the meadow, Aurora Jamie Smith, Philip Jackson Smith, Kaitlyn Emmeline Smith and Abigail Adeline Smith, and I love them with all of

heart.

It is two years later, and my

kids and Alan have shown time and time again that life is worth living and I love to play with them in the meadow and pick daisies. The girls will bring their barbies and Philip will bring his trucks, and they will learn to share and play together properly. The twins are two now, Philip is four and Aurora and seven. They have grown up so much and I don’t know what I would do without them.

So the next thing I do is take them to the lake, for the first time, and I explain the story of Philip, not my child but the one that saved me nine years ago and I show them the reflection of the moon and explain of how all of our loved one’s that have died are watching us from the moon, and are smiling as wide as they can. Because my children are the sign of life itself and that’s what makes them a blessing.

Alan and the kids are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and I can never thank them enough. But I will never forget everything that Philip did for me and I will never forget all the people that helped me get through this. In the end my life has turned out in the way it should have. So I will never forget the lake and Philip, and those awful men who shot him, and I may still be petrified that those men will show up and take my loved ones again, but they never do and so I learn how to live again. When I can’t do that I look up at the moon or walk down to the lake and think of Philip, Alan, Aurora, Philip jr, Kaitly, Abigail and all of e other people that helped me, because I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them and neither would my

kids.