Dear Diary
Let's see. I have not written in this thing in Lord
knows how many years, but the events of the last couple of days have prompted me
to start again.
A good friend once asked me what true love was. My
answer was simple really. I answered that true love was a love that knew no
bounds. I'm but a simple man of 62 years; I had no idea that my answer was so
right on. When does one become wise? I don't know where I picked up that gem
of wisdom, but I do know that it came from the heart.
Love knows no bounds. What a simple statement. After
my experience, I can tell you two things. First I believe in true love, and
second, that when it comes to love, you don't have to understand the how or
the why, just understand that love IS.
Why do people always assume that true love can only be
found in their own hometown? Why do people settle for less than what they are
truly searching for in another soul? Why do we always assume that our soul mate
is always less than 10 miles from where you grew up? Is it possible to find that
true love just 10 miles from you? Of course, anything is possible. Is it likely?
I don't think so. More often than not, those who find true love search
everywhere in this world, and sometimes, it just does not happen. Does that mean
that your soul mate is not out there somewhere?
You know what I think? Love has no bounds. It's a
double-edge sword. It means something wonderful and something tragic at the same
time. Love knows no bounds once you find it with someone…you can do
anything… as long as you are together. The feeling that, no matter what, you
always have that love that will last forever. The other edge of that sword is
realizing love has no bounds. That includes distance and time.
How do I know this? Easy. The body of Frank Lane
disappeared a couple of nights ago right before my eyes, and the eyes of Nathan
Tate. Who, by the way, claimed on his report that the body was cremated. I'm
going along with that because no one would believe what else we saw.
The next day I signed the paperwork to have Cat's body
exhumed. Nathan and I were not surprised to find that the coffin was empty. Why?
The strangest thing happened this evening after dinner. Nathan called me to tell
me to expect a phone call and then promptly hung up before I could ask who would
call. Linda just happened to be at a friend's house when I received the call.
On the other end was Frank Lane. He said simply, “Thank you, Jon, for taking
the time. Cat wants to say something too.” There was a brief silence then
words that I'll remember always, “Love always finds a way.” Then the line
went dead.
I did not get the chills; I did not the creeps; all I
got was a smile plastered to my face and an easing of my soul. Now I have
another bit of wisdom that I can pass on to all who know me. What is that pearl
of wisdom? Easy. Never settle, and you will find true love. Cat knew this, and
I'm sure Frank knew it too. And so, in the words of my baby sister: love, true
love, always finds a way. I love you Cat.
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