The Last Time

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.