A thousand Boy Kisses

Live beautifully.
I swallowed as these thoughts swirled in my mind. Then Poppy held out her
hand. “Take me through the grove, baby,” she asked softly. “I want to
experience this with you.”
Lowering the camera to rest around my neck, I moved behind her wheelchair
and pushed her along the dried dirt path. Poppy breathed in, slow and measured.
The girl that I loved drank it all in. The beauty of this moment. A wish fulfilled.
Arriving at our tree, its branches bustling with pastel pinks, I took a blanket
from the back of her chair and placed it on the ground. I lifted Poppy into my
arms and set us down beneath our tree, the view of the grove spread before us.
Poppy laid her back against my chest. And she sighed, she held my hand that
lay over her stomach, and she whispered, “We made it.”
Shifting her hair from her neck, I placed a kiss on her warm skin. “We did,

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baby.”
She paused for a minute. “It’s like a dream … it’s like a painting. I want
heaven to look exactly like this.”
Instead of feeling hurt or sad at her comment, I instead found myself wanting it
for Poppy. Wanting so badly for her to have this, forever.
I could see how tired she was. I could see that she was in pain. She never said
so, but she didn’t need to. She spoke to me without words.
And I knew. I knew she was staying until I was ready to let her go.
“Rune?” Poppy’s voice pulled me around. Leaning back against the tree, I
lifted Poppy to lie over my legs so I could see her. So I could commit to memory
every single second of this day.
“Ja?” I answered and ran my fingers down her face. Her forehead was lined
with worry. I sat a little straighter.
Poppy took a deep breath, and said, “What if I forget?”
My heart cracked right down the center as I watched fear cross her face. Poppy
didn’t feel fear. But she did about this.
“Forget what, baby?”
“Everything,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “You, my family …
all the kisses. The kisses I want to relive until I get you back again one day.”
Forcing myself to stay strong, I assured her, “You won’t.”
Poppy glanced away. “I once read that souls forget their life on Earth when
they pass. That they have to forget or else they would never be able to move on,
to be at peace in heaven.” Her finger began tracing patterns on my fingers. “But
I don’t want that,” she added, almost inaudibly. “I want to remember
everything.”
Looking up at me, she said with tears in her eyes, “I never want to forget you. I
need you with me, always. I want to watch you live your life. The exciting life I
know you’ll have. I want to see the pictures you’ll take.” She swallowed. “But
most of all, I want my thousand kisses. I never want to forget what we shared. I
want to remember them always.”

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“Then I’ll find a way for you to see them,” I said, and with the breeze that
wrapped around us, Poppy’s sadness floated away.
“You will?” she whispered, hope clear in her gentle voice.
I nodded. “I promise. I don’t know how, but I will. Nothing, not even God, will
stop me.”
“As I wait in our grove,” she said, with a dreamy, distant smile.
“Ja.”
Settling back down in my arms, Poppy whispered, “That’ll be nice.” Tipping
her head, she said, “But wait a year.”
“A year?”
Poppy nodded her head. “I read it takes a soul a year to pass on. I don’t know if
that’s true, but in case it is, wait a year to remind me of our kisses. I don’t want
to miss it … whatever you do.”
“Okay,” I agreed, but I had to stop talking. I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t fall
apart.
Birds flew from tree to tree, becoming lost from view in the blossom. Clasping
our hands together, Poppy said, “You gave me this, Rune. You gave me this
wish.”
I couldn’t respond. My breathing hitched as she spoke. I wrapped her tighter in
my arms, then with my finger under her chin, brought her to my mouth. The
sweetness was still there on her soft lips. When I drew back, she kept her eyes
closed, and said, “Kiss nine hundred and thirty-four. In the blossom grove with
the blossoms full. With my Rune … my heart almost burst.”
I smiled. As I did, I felt an ache of happiness for my girl. We were almost
there. The end of her adventure was in sight.
“Rune?” Poppy called.
“Mm?” I replied.
“You’ve stopped smoking.”
Exhaling, I answered, “Ja.”
“Why?”

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Pausing to compose my answer, I admitted, “Someone I love taught me life is
precious. She taught me not to do anything to jeopardize the adventure. And I
listened.”
“Rune,” Poppy said, a catch in her throat. “It is precious,” she whispered, “so
very precious. Don’t waste one single second of it.”
Poppy lazed against me, watching the beauty of the grove. As she inhaled a
deep breath, she quietly confided, “I don’t think I’ll see prom, Rune.” My body
stilled. “I’m feeling real tired.” She tried to hold onto me tightly, and she
repeated, “Real tired.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled her close. “Miracles can happen, baby,” I
replied.
“Yes,” Poppy said breathlessly, “they can.” She brought my hand up to her
mouth and kissed each of my fingers. “I would have loved to have seen you in a
tux. And I would have loved to dance with you, under the lights, to a song that
made me think of you and me.”
Feeling Poppy begin to tire in my arms, I held back the pain this image
conjured up and said, “Let’s get you home, baby.”
As I went to stand, Poppy reached for my hand. I glanced down. “You’ll stay
by my side, won’t you?”
Crouching down, I cupped her cheeks. “Forever.”
“Good,” she whispered. “I’m not quite ready to let you go, not just yet.”
As I pushed her home, I sent a silent prayer to God, asking Him to give her just
two more weeks. He could bring my girl home after that; she was ready, I’d be
ready. Just after I gave her all her dreams.