Author Mike OConnor: A Valentine for you

Author Mike OConnor: A Valentine for you:      I remember as a child in school making red paper hearts for our parents. My mom saved everyone in her box of childhood treasures. ...

A Valentine for you

     I remember as a child in school making red paper hearts for our parents. My mom saved everyone in her box of childhood treasures. I remember giving my first girlfriend a red heart filled with chocolates and a Hallmark card. I remember my first Valentines day as a newlywed, giving my young bride a dozen long-stemmed red roses that I had delivered to her job. I remember when my kids made me red paper valentines that I kept in my treasure box of childhood memories. I remember my grandkids giving my children red paper hearts that they put away in their treasure boxes of childhood memories. To me, Valentine's day is so much more than just one day. It's a lifetime of remembering the loves in your life, and red paper hearts safely tucked away to be looked at on a quiet February day.

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Author Mike OConnor: A salty tear

Author Mike OConnor: A salty tear:      He stared at the drop of water on his hand. He didn’t need to look up and check for rain, there hadn’t been any in a while now. The m...

A salty tear

     He stared at the drop of water on his hand. He didn’t need to look up and check for rain, there hadn’t been any in a while now. The metal folding chair was beginning to stick to his trousers, the ones he only wore to funerals and weddings. Music played softly as guests chatted silently among themselves each here for their own reasons. He liked the man she chose to give her heart to, he was kind and soft-spoken, a farmer by trade just like he had been for so long now.

      He stood as she entered the back of the church where he waited to walk her down the aisle. Her beauty was so much more than skin deep. She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arm around his as they made the slow walk to the front and her beloved. He softly told her that although she had dreamed of this day since being a child, that he had too. He told her he realized someday another man would keep her safe and love her unconditionally just as he had done all these years that passed by so quickly. He told her how proud of her he had always been and that she had her mothers’ heart who at this very moment was watching over her as she said her vows of forever.

     They reached the altar, and he gave her away, something he always knew would happen, but he had a difficult time in doing so. His memories of her childhood and sometimes out of control teenage years filled his heart with such emotion, he had to drop his head and compose himself, for her. It was a beautiful ceremony filled with love and promises of eternity together. He remembered his own vows when the only woman in his life agreed to be his forever. He lingered a few minutes to speak to his beloved sharing a moment with her and promising to be by her side when his journey here was over.

     The music played on, and the celebration went well into the evening hours. He danced with her one time feeling her happiness that made her glow just like her mother did on their wedding day. Now its over. The band is packing up, and the happy couple is off on their honeymoon. He sits on a metal chair looking at the drop of water on his hand knowing full well it wasn't a raindrop but a tear of joy and sorrow all wrapped up in a salty drop from heaven. 

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Author Mike OConnor: Theyoung boy listened intently as his grandpa show...

Author Mike OConnor: Theyoung boy listened intently as his grandpa show...: The young boy listened intently as his grandpa showed him different types of baseball gloves. He called them ‘Mitts" but that didn&#3...

The young boy listened intently as his grandpa showed him different types of baseball gloves. He called them ‘Mitts" but that didn't matter. He told the kid a new glove had to be conditioned and using a little bit of glove oil or even baby oil, would assure a long-lasting mitt. He showed the boy how to punch the pocket to get it to form to his hand and finally he told him he had to play catch a lot to make that pocket his and his alone. "That's why ballplayers don't like to let anyone else use their mitt because it would lose its shape," he told him. They looked at several mitts and settled on a Raleigh, a well known and trusted company for many years. As a matter of fact, his grandpa had an old Raleigh on the back seat of his truck. It was older than he was and showed the signs of many games and many catches. They left the store, him carrying the box that contained his real big kid mitt. “How about a game of catch when we get home grandpa? The old man smiled and nodded his head knowing it would be the first of many



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