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My name is Meg Taylor. I am the girl in red! I caught the bouquet! The bride’s name was Mrs. David Turner at the time the picture was taken. That morning it had been Gina Lopez. In the picture, her sister, Maria is standing to my left. When Gina threw the bouquet, she was hoping I would catch it. Maria had a better chance to do this than I did, but when the bouquet came toward us, Maria deliberately threw her arms down to her side. Is there a story behind this?
The reason that Maria had intentionally fluffed the catch is because Gina had told her what I had done for her and David a few weeks back. Here is the rest of the story:
A year before the wedding, I introduced David to Gina at my birthday party. At the time Gina and I were friends, not best friends, but enough to say we were fairly close. I was pleased when she and David began dating. For them, it had been the legendary, love at first sight! They immediately set a wedding date for the following month!
Sadly, the couple was involved in an auto accident in which they were both seriously injured. A drunk driver had crossed the center line and hit their car virtually head on. Gina was hospitalized with several broken bones. David’s injuries were more serious. In addition to broken bones, he had suffered a severe head trauma. The bones presented no problems for healing, the head wound resulted in loss of memory. It was sadly discovered that he had no recognition for Gina nor recollection of their planned wedding.
In an effort to have David regain his memory, Gina met with him at his apartment on many occasions. She talked to him about how they had met, what they had done together, the dreams for the future they had fabricated. Despite heroic efforts in these endeavors, there was never the slightest twinge of recollection in David’s mind. Though bright and cheerful when Gina was speaking to David, she’d shed tears uncontrollably at home.
“Gina,” I said to her one day, “May I try?”
“I’ve tried everything that it is possible to try,” she replied.
“I know! But I’m a new voice, a new face, a different set of words. I knew him before you did, and I may strike a new note that you may not have tried. Even the slightest recollection of anything would be a start.”
“You are such a dear friend for wanting to do this, Meg,” she said. “Of course, you may try! There is nothing that can be lost that isn’t gone already.”
The next time Gina visited David, she and I went together. She introduced me to David and went into another room during the time that I spent with him.
“David,” I said. “Do you remember me? I’m Meg Myers. I introduced you to Gina at my birthday party.”
“I’m sorry, Meg,” he responded. “I don’t remember knowing you, and I have no recollection of the party.”
We continued our talk for a little while but realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere. I decided to go home and see if I could devise a better plan than I had used today. Gina dropped me off at my home.
Before leaving David, he had said one thing that bothered me. “I like you better than the other lady he said. I’d be happy to meet with you again.” I thought it best not to repeat this remark to Gina.
I did come up with a plan over the next couple of days. I asked Gina if she would tell me some of the places they had gone to, and some of the things they had done. She gave me a short list. I told her that I’d like to see David again. She readily agreed and said that she would not come with me next times I met with him.
During my next visit, he and I went to Westside Park. Gina said had this park had been a favorite of theirs. We walked around, but David never said that he recognized anything.
There was a waterfall nearby and we went to the railing from which we could view it. Again, there was no sign of recognition.
It was getting late, so I suggested that we meet again the following day to visit more places. He happily agreed.
“Before you go,” he said,” I need to tell you that I like you very much. Seeing you today has been like turning on the sunshine on a gloomy day.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “I’m glad.” I knew I was treading on dangerous territory, but felt that continuing to help David should be my most important objective.
We checked off some additional places from the list on the next day. As before, there was no result. We agreed to meet again. As we parted, he said, “Meg, I love you!” Greatly surprised with this turn of events, I said something inconsequential and hastily departed.
I liked David a good deal. Loving him, I felt, would not be difficult. But, I could not respond to his overtures of engaging in a deeper relationship. I thought of the event horizon in space. This is an imaginary boundary that marks the limits of a black hole. Crossing this line meant doom for planets and stars. If I stepped over this frontier, it would represent disaster for me, also, as well as for several other persons. I must no do this!
“Good afternoon, dear,” David said as I met with him the next time, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. Where are we going today? When we get back, I have a very important question to ask you!”
I had a good idea what the question was! “We’re going to a place not far from here,” I said. “We won’t be long.”
I drove with him to a small copse of trees near the city limits. I parked on the road. We exited from the car. Using a sheet of directions that Gina had given me, I found a large oak tree. At eye level I saw that some initials carved on the tree. Pointing to them, I asked David, “Do these initials mean anything to you?”
He stared at them. “GL and DT,” he murmured. “What do they mean?”
“Gina Lopez; David Turner,” I replied.
Continuing to stare, he repeated the letters to himself several times.
“Do you remember carving these,” I asked?
Seemingly in a trance, he kept staring at them, Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small penknife. He opened the single blade and began refreshing the carved areas.
“GL DT,” he kept repeating.
Suddenly, he loudly said, “Gina! Gina!” He turned to me. “I love you G . . .” He stopped abruptly.
“Meg,” he exclaimed. “I don’t understand. Why are we here. Where is Gina?”
Greatly exhilarated, I said, “You’ve come back! You’ve had a touch of amnesia. Let’s hurry. We don’t have a moment to lose. We need to bring the news of your comeback to Gina as soon as we can.”