A Different Kind of Sunday



I’ve been thinking about a part if my life I lived many moons ago. The memories sometimes feeling like they happened to another person in another time, sometimes feeling like I lived them just yesterday. The only thing for certain is that I am reminded of them nearly every day. This picture was taken on my way home from picking up my son after work on Thursday. I see it every morning I drop him off at daycare and every evening when I pick him up. Just a tree. Nothing special. Except, it is very special to me and it will be gone soon.

My first love grew up in the house right across the street from this tree. The first time I made love was to him, in that house. I went to tell him I loved him in that house. When I couldn’t deny it any longer, when I had to tell him or I’d burst. I was 17. I thought we’d make love again. We didn’t. Instead, he told me that he had met someone else and it was over with me. I never got to tell him that I loved him. I was completely heartbroken. I left that house, practically ran out of it in tears. I made it across the street to this tree before I broke down, sitting on the ground leaning against this tree and sobbing. I don’t know how long I was there before someone came to take me home. The sun had fallen and shadows crept across the grounds. It seemed the world had shifted, that it had become as sad and gloomy as I.

The person who helped pick me up and get me home was his father. A wonderful man. He passed away on Thursday. Maybe that’s why I stopped when passing this tree, remembering not just the heartbreak I felt at that moment in time but also the kindness of a man who barely knew me then but who would come to mean very much to me in the years that followed. Tomorrow we will celebrate his life and put him to rest. Then on Monday I will watch as the city removes this broken tree, leaving another void that will never be the same.


A different kind of sinful for a different kind of Sunday.


18 thoughts on “A Different Kind of Sunday

  1. Gosh, a couple of profoundly moving posts this week so far. Yours has made me both sad and happy, and I’m sure, for you, this image is bittersweet.

    I hope memories of the man, who must have been a significant part of your life, bouy you as you bid him a final farewell.

  2. silverdomuk

    This was both sad and beautiful to read. I suspect many of us have memories that stir us like these.

  3. Sorry that you are going through sad times at the moment, and such a shame that the beautiful tree will be taken down. They cannot take your beautiful memories away from you though. My sincere condolences to you with losing someone that played a significant part in your life.

    Rebel xox

  4. I really feel your heartbreak in your writing. I’m sorry for your loss, i’m sorry that this tree is being removed when it meant so much to you. They can take it all but not your memories x

  5. Seems like we are both pondering memories in our Sinful Sunday posts this week…. Memories are the pages of our books, they make us happy, sad, etc but they also make us whole


  6. A beautiful little piece of art, this post. It touched me so much it gave me goosebumps and for a moment, I’m sure, I felt my eyes burn. I’m sorry for what you are going through. It will leave another memory, another page your story, entangled with pages of other people’s life.

  7. What a beautiful, touching, heartbreaking post. Kind thoughts to you during this time.

  8. Brave girl. I try very hard never to revist the sites of that kind of trauma.

  9. *huge hugs* I’m like remittance girl in that I don’t go back to places with unhappy memories so you are very brave to have made it a special part of your life. Sorry to hear of his passing as well.

  10. Thank you for sharing your inner thoughts so well with strangers. What a wonderful life lesson.as well. Hope, healing and blessing to you!

  11. So sorry to hear of your losses both the beautiful person and the magnificent tree.

    When it comes to memories these are the things that count the most, what we hold in our hearts and memories.

    I wish you all the best as you say goodbye, but always remembered, to two very significant areas of your life.

    Love and hugs to you.

    ~Mia~ xx

  12. That is so sad, just be thankful you still have those memories, they cannot be taken away.

  13. So sad. I’m sorry for your loss. Hold onto those those beautiful memories. *hugs*

  14. pottersproperty

    This is both beautiful, and tragic. Thank you for sharing this with everyone!

  15. Wow, that is a powerful memory. Thank you for sharing!!

    ~Kazi xxx

  16. So sorry for the loss of your friend. Your photo and story were beautifully poignant. I think we all have places like this tree. You’ve brought them to mind for us. For me, it was a welcome, if slightly painful, reminiscence.

  17. Powerful memory and tale.

    When I was a child, my mum loved a weeping willow in the back garden. It was 20/30 feet high and had the most delightful of blossom that covered the garden.

    They had drain problems one year and a report said the willow had to go. It was first time I remember seeing my mum openly cry, watching as the tree was felled.

    To a ten year old it was “just” a tree, but it obviou;ly meant more to her.

  18. Wow hun so sorry to hear that has happened to you and sorry to hear that his father has passed. Even though it is a tree you will have the memories of it some may not be good but it is a shame that they are taking it down.

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