Holding His Hand by Tyson Goddard (first e reader txt) 📖

‘I’m going to marry that man Mother and you won’t stop me!’ With that , Tilly turned on her heel and rushed out of the room slamming the door behind her.

“I Love you Tilly. Be happy…”

Sara stood in the silence, listening to her own breathing.

Tilly ran out onto the sidewalk to look for Thomas but he was no longer out front. She looked up the street into the blazing afternoon sun where a figure was slowly trudging down the street leading a horse.

‘Thomas! Thomas! Where are you going?’

Tilly picked up her skirts and ran down the street after Thomas. Her chest was aching when she caught up to him. ‘Thomas where are you going?’

‘I lost my mother a long time ago Miss Tilly, I don’t want the same thing to happen to you. I don’t want to be causn’ any troubles.’

She kissed Thomas and then drew back ‘If my mother ever taught me anything, it was to love. She showed me what it was like to live without it, and I don’t want that. Thomas..I love you.’

By now people had noticed the couple and were watching from their houses.

“Lord give me the courage to be all I can be in the face of fear.
I want to be yours father.
I lay every burden at your feet.
I feel every one of your embraces.
I hear every one of your comforting words.
Bless us Lord.
Let us live for you”

With dignity and strength Tilly walked down the street with Thomas by her side. She never saw her mother again, but every day was spent living life with Thomas to the fullest.

Years later, surrounded by many children and grandchildren, Tilly passed away.

But right to the end she was holding his hand. And not once did Thomas let go.


They lived their life so free
For just a moment to be
On this earth, for a second in time
Through every year
I lead her through every fear
With her hand held tightly in mine.


The End.

Publication Date: 11-20-2009

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Dedication:
To my great great Grandparents Thomas and Tilly, the inspiration of this story. Thank you for paving the way for future generations, and showing us that love, really is blind.