We locked eyes, tears began to fill up, a smile came across
our faces, and we embraced each other again. “I love you.” Whispered out from
deep in my soul, a reply, “I love you too.”
This moment in time, I did not want to let go, I didn't want to leave
her arms, I did not want to leave her. I
knew once I let go, this will be the final time. This would be the last time I
get to do this at the space we were at; the first time I have ever seen her.
The place was Parish Gallery, in Georgetown Washington, DC. Run
by Norman Parish, the gallery had been there for more than 20 years, and this
year it closed its doors, due to the passing of Norman earlier this year.
I had found myself wondering, thinking about the last time I
had hugged Mr. and Mrs. Parish. Thinking of the last time I had gotten my
chance to do so. It had brought me to
this moment, to remember the last time I hugged Mrs. Parish, tears in my eyes,
praying this will never end. The last hug was on the last day, the last time I
could say goodbye to the gallery. I miss them both right now. I wish I could
hug them again.
