It was a cold, winter, biting sharp morning; the frost and ice on the windshield stubbornly refused to disappear as I dug and chipped at it with the end of a ice remover. I thought of days gone by when life was warm, easy and slow; those were the days when Mark and I were together living in Florida.
Heat blew in my face as I exited the airport at Fort Myers International Airport. Mark was waiting with the car and the dog outside the exit, among many vans and limos. His smile was unforgettable. Mark had a strong jaw, perfectly white teeth and a full head of dark blonde hair; full enough to still be referred to as "boyish."
My phone was ringing already,my mom wanted to be reassured that my plane made it safely to Florida. The best part of life in the Southwest was the laid-back vibe and no frills wardrobe. I left the stress behind. Mark was just hired for a position working for the government. He rolled out of the car bleeding.Life ended and began