Will You Do This for Me?
Copyright© 2011 by Gina Marie Wylie
Epilogue
It was a warm spring day, the ground around the hill a riot of wildflowers. The flowers had been sparse the first spring, but dozens and dozen of children and far more of their parents, had come and spread seeds. That had been the first year. This year, people had come from all over to spread seeds, and not just members of the Faith.
I walked with one hand holding Wife Ellie's, the other holding Wife Susan's. Susan had her son on her other side, toddling along. His sister was in her arms, as was our daughter in Ellie's.
The party stopped and looked up the hill. "This is ... magnificent," Ellie whispered. "There are no words grand enough for the place."
"I don't know," I told her, "the Temple of Memory is pretty good."
Rose came hurtling down the path at a breakneck pace. The altitude no longer seemed to bother her.
"Brother David, Sister Ellie, Sister Susan. I am an usher today and I will guide you to your seats."
Ellie grinned. "We've come to see the Light, Sister."
Rose grinning impishly. "There is tomorrow, Sister Ellie. A lot of tomorrows. Today is a special day for seeing the Light."