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Back The Lighthouse Save as PDF
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  1. PART ONE
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  12. PART TWO
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  41. PART THREE
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  50. EPILOGUE

Today is a special day. I have brought you here, to my favorite tree, because there’s something important I want to tell you. I want you to know that I have found someone . . . someone special . . . someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Yes, dear stranger, I found you.

Right now, I don’t know a thing about you. I have no idea who you are, or where you’re from. I don’t even know your name. But somewhere in the ocean of time, somewhere in the days, months, or years that lie between now and the moment these words next see the light of day, you and I will have met, and I will have fallen in love.

Thank you for making my dreams come true. I don’t know what the future holds, but wherever our lives should lead, wherever the road should go, my heart and my mind are made up: it’s you who I want by my side . . . it’s your hand I want to hold along the way.

Forever yours, no matter what,

Helen

P.S. Will you marry me?

“I can’t believe Mom was such a romantic,” Amy said, dabbing at her eyes.

“We used to joke about how she was probably the only person in history who had proposed via postscript.”

Amy laughed through her tears. “I think it’s more amazing that she popped the question on a piece of paper that had been buried for . . . how long was it again?”

“Nine years!”

“Wow, go Mom.”

“It’s incredible to think she wrote those words when she wasn’t that much younger than you, never knowing who would one day read them.”

Amy delicately folded the letter and handed it back. “Do you think she’s looking down on us?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but something tells me that she is.”

Amy rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want to forget her, Dad.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“But we’re moving, we’re leaving our home. What if this means we—”

He put his arm around her. “Your mother’s memory lives on inside of us, not between the walls of this house. No matter where we are, whether it’s Portland or Seabrook or anywhere else, we’re the ones who will keep her memory alive. And we’re going to do that by thinking about her, and talking about her, and remembering the amazing woman and mother that she was. You have my word; we won’t ever forget her.”

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