Jenny McKitterek sat in the railway station. Waverly Station was bustling with passengers traveling to and fro. Children cried, lovers were reunited and trains screeched to a halt creating a great cacophony of noise. Her designer luggage was stacked on a trolley beside her. She brushed specks of dust from the skirt of her Yves St. Laurent suit. Black was never her favorite color, but it was appropriate for the funeral. In her wrinkled hand, she held her ticket to London. She adjusted her glasses so she could read the ticket, June 2nd, 1965- Edinburgh to London return. She glanced at the timetable on the wall, next train 10 a.m. Jenny tried to settle her thin, bony frame on the hard bench. Her arthritis was acting up today. She rubbed her wrist with gnarled fingers. The light caught the diamond on her left hand sending rays of sparkling light outward. She smiled.
Sixty years ago I sat in a railway station, a nervous, frightened girl who was traveling to Edinburgh to start a new life. Where has the time gone? Two husbands that I loved with all my heart, both gone and now I have to go to a memorial service for my dearest friend, Gordon. I don’t think it will be long before I too will be gone from this earth. But, oh dear Lord, it has been a wonderful journey!