Please Come Home Ginny
Have You Forgotten Our Wedding Vows
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The cold sand felt good to my feet. My jeans immediately became wet from the waves soaking my legs. I headed off the same direction Ginny and I always walk. It wasn't a good beach walk. I won't have another good walk on the beach until I walk it again holding Ginny's hand.
It took me a very long time before I turned around and headed back to our house. Not being a guy to wear a hat, the raincoat was useless. The seagulls we would always see and hear weren't there with me. The small skinny-legged birds must have taken cover from the storm. The waves erased a very lonely mans footprints with each step he took.
The only person on the beach was a middle-aged man, sitting alone on the sand with his arms resting on his knees. Waves came and left as he sat there by himself crying. He cried tears of worry, doubt, and wonder of how his life would end if his wife had left him for someone else.
Sometime later, that pudgy middle-aged man stood up, beginning to walk again, this time the length of the sandy beach. Occasionally he would pull his cell phone out of his wet pocket, checking to make sure he had not missed a call from the only woman he would ever love.
His beach walk took him more than three hours because he walked slowly, continually stopping to ask the force that created the ocean what to do. Without receiving a reply, he would slowly walk further until his desperation reached the point to where he screamed at the sky "You hold the power to do it! Make her come home to me!"
Returning his hands to his wet pockets, the reply he received was a tremendous lightning bolt striking a twisted tree somewhat close to him. The tree immediately burst into flames, then soon sat dead, leaving smoldering branches for the rain to extinguish. The man was right; the power to change everything was there, sadly not within his control.
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About the Book
Please Come Home Ginny begins in a setting on Maine's coastline. The final days of August are approaching swiftly as Jim, a middle-aged man, sits alone at his kitchen table.
Jim awoke early that morning, finding a note on the kitchen table from his wife of many years. His wife's note devastated him. Jim and his wife Ginny had moved away from their home of over twenty-five years earlier, to their new home in Maine. They left their children and grandchildren behind, beginning a 'second life'.
Although both Jim and Ginny loved their children and grandchildren deeply, they also loved the ocean, the waves of the ocean, and being self-employed.
The brief note Jim read that morning left him not only hurting to be with his wife again, but also feeling the need to continue operating their business without his wife, his partner. Jim somehow found a way to go on, only until he could find a way to follow her 'back home'.
Throughout the pages of Please Come Home Ginny you will walk through the days and nights with Jim, and occasionally Ginny. Be prepared to find yourself questioning Jim's sanity as he overcomes many obstacles that are placed in front of him during his struggle. Be prepared also to ride the emotional roller coaster of a man that will not be satisfied until he is once again by his wife's side.
About the Author
I am Roger Weed, the author of Please Come Home Ginny. I believe it might be somewhat unusual for me to be writing this about myself. But then, I consider myself to be somewhat unusual. Who could possibly write about me, better that me?
I do not have a long list of credentials to impress anyone with. I do have a high school diploma somewhere though. I did recieve one. No, I don't have a fancy title, or plaques hanging on the wall in an office.
What I do have is a wife that I have loved since I was sixteen years old, that loves me. We have raised three fantastic children together that we are very proud of, and have been blessed with seven grandchildren that we think so highly of I cannot begin to brag about here. Three weeks ago my wife Debbie and I celebrated our thirty-fifth wedding anniversay.
Please Come Home Ginny is the third book that I have written. If you would ask me right now what type of writing style I have, I couldn't answer your question.
There is one thing that I do know though, I love to write, and I love to write love stories. Possibly I desire to write love stories because of how deeply I still love my wife.