Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница

"I'd made a decision," she explained to me, "that it would be better if I told no one, and I asked my father to do the same. You saw how people were after the services today. No one would even look me in the eye. If you had only a few months left to live, is that what you would want?"knew she was right, but it didn't make it any easier. I was, for the first time in my life, completely and utterly at a loss.'d never had anyone close to me die before, at Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница least not anyone that I could remember. My grandmother had died when I was three, and I don't remember a single thing about her or the services that had followed or even the next few years after her passing. I'd heard stories, of course, from both my father and my grandfather, but to me that's exactly what they were. It was the same as stories I might otherwise read in a newspaper about some woman I never really knew. Though my father would take me with him when he put flowers on her grave, I never had any feelings Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница associated with her. I felt only for the people she'd left behind.one in my family or my circle of friends had ever had to confront something like this. Jamie was seventeen, a child on the verge of womanhood, dying and still very much alive at the same time. I was afraid, more afraid than I'd ever been, not only for her, but for me as well. I lived in fear of doing something wrong, of doing something that would offend her. Was it okay to ever get angry her presence? Was it okay Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница to talk about the future anymore? My fear made talking to her difficult, though she was patient with me.fear, however, made me realize something else, something that made it all worse. I realized I'd never even known her when she'd been healthy. I had started to spend time with her only a few months earlier, and I'd been in love with her for only eighteen days. Those eighteen days seemed like my entire life, but now, when I looked at her, all I could do was wonder how many more days would be.Monday she Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница didn't show up for school, and I somehow knew that she'd never walk the hallways again. I'd never see her reading the Bible off by herself at lunch, I'd never see her brown cardigan moving through the crowd as she made her way to her next class. She was finished with school forever; she would never receive her diploma.couldn't concentrate on anything while I sat in class that first day back, listening as teacher after teacher told us what most of us had already heard. The responses were similar to those in church on Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница Sunday. Girls cried, boys hung their heads, people told stories about her as if she were already gone. What can we do? they wondered aloud, and people looked to me for answers.

"I don't know," was all I could say.left school early and went to Jamie's, blowing off my classes after lunch. When I knocked at the door, Jamie answered it the way she always did, cheerfully and without, it seemed, a care in the world.

"Hello, Landon," she said, "this is a surprise."she leaned in to kiss me, I kissed her back, though Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница the whole thing made me want to cry.

"My father isn't home right now, but if you'd like to sit on the porch, we can."

"How can you do this?" I asked suddenly. "How can you pretend that nothing is wrong?"

"I'm not pretending that nothing is wrong, Landon. Let me get my coat and we'll sit outside and talk, okay?"smiled at me, waiting for an answer, and I finally nodded, my lips pressed together. She reached out and patted my arm.

"I'll be right back," she said.walked to the chair and sat Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница down, Jamie emerging a moment later. She wore a heavy coat, gloves, and a hat to keep her warm. The nor'easter had passed, and the day wasn't nearly as cold as it had been over the weekend. Still, though, it was too much for her.

"You weren't in school today," I said.looked down and nodded. "I know."

"Are you ever going to come back?" Even though I already knew the answer, I needed to hear it from her.

"No," she said softly, "I'm not."

"Why? Are you that sick already?" I started to tear Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница up, and she reached out and took my hand.

"No. Today I feel pretty good, actually. It's just that I want to be home in the mornings, before my father has to go to the office. I want to spend as much time with him as I can."I die,she meant to say but didn't. I felt nauseated and couldn't respond.



"When the doctors first told us," she went on, "they said that I should try to lead as normal a life as possible for as long as I could. They said it would Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница help me keep my strength up."

"There's nothing normal about this," I said bitterly.

"I know."

"Aren't you frightened?"I expected her to say no, to say something wise like a grown-up would, or to explain to me that we can't presume to understand the Lord's plan.looked away. "Yes," she finally said, "I'm frightened all the time."

"Then why don't you act like it?"

"I do. I just do it in private."

"Because you don't trust me?"

"No," she said, "because I know you're frightened, too."began to pray Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница for a miracle.supposedly happen all the time, and I'd read about them in newspapers. People regaining use of their limbs after being told they'd never walk again, or somehow surviving a terrible accident when all hope was lost. Every now and then a traveling preacher's tent would be set up outside of Beaufort, and people would go there to watch as people were healed. I'd been to a couple, and though I assumed that most of the healing was no more than a slick magic show, since I never recognized the people who were healed Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, there were occasionally things that even I couldn't explain. Old man Sweeney, the baker here in town, had been in the Great War fighting with an artillery unit behind the trenches, and months of shelling the enemy had left him deaf in one ear. It wasn't an act—he really couldn't hear a single thing, and there'd been times when we were kids that we'd been able to sneak off with a cinnamon roll because of it. But the preacher started praying feverishly and finally laid his hand upon the side of Sweeney's head. Sweeney Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница screamed out loud, making people practically jump out of their seats. He had a terrified look on his face, as if the guy had touched him with a white-hot poker, but then he shook his head and looked around, uttering the words "I can hear again." Even he couldn't believe it. "The Lord," the preacher had said as Sweeney made his way back to his seat, "can do anything. The Lord listens to our prayers."that night I opened the Bible that Jamie had given me for Christmas and began to read. Now, I'd Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница heard all about Bible in Sunday school or at church, but to be frank, I just remembered the highlights—the Lord sending the seven plagues so the Israelites could leave Egypt, Jonah being swallowed by a whale, Jesus walking across the water or raising Lazarus from the dead. There were other , too. I knew that practically every chapter of the Bible has the Lord doing something spectacular, but I hadn't learned them all. As Christians we leaned heavily on teachings of the New Testament, and I didn't know the first things about books like Joshua or Ruth or Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница Joel. The first night I read through Genesis, the second night I read through Exodus. Leviticus was next, followed by Numbers and then Deuteronomy. The going got a little slow during certain parts, especially as all the laws were being explained, yet I couldn't put it down. It was a compulsion that I didn't fully understand.was late one night, and I was tired by the time I eventually reached Psalms, but somehow I knew this was what I was looking for. Everyone has heard the Twenty-third Psalm, which starts, "The Lord is my Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница Shepherd, I shall not want," but I wanted to read the others, since none of them were supposed to be more important than the others. After an hour I came across an underlined section that I assumed Jamie had noted because it meant something to her. This is what it said:cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, toward your holy of holies.closed the Bible with tears in my eyes, unable to finish the psalm.I knew she'd underlined it for me.

"I don't know what to do," I said numbly, staring into the dim light of my bedroom lamp. My mom and I were sitting on my bed. It was coming up on the end of January, the most difficult month of my life, and I knew that in February things would only get worse.

"I know this is hard for you," she murmured, "but there's nothing you can do."

"I don't Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница mean about Jamie being sick—I know there's nothing I can do about that. I mean about Jamie and me."mother looked at me sympathetically. She was worried about Jamie, but she was also worried about me. I went on.

"It's hard for me to talk to her. All I can do when I look at her is think about the day when I won't be able to. So I spend all my time at school thinking about her, wishing I could see her right then, but when I get to her house, I don't know what Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница to say."

"I don't know if there's anything you can say to make her feel better."

"Then what should I do?"looked at me sadly and put her arm around my shoulder. "You really love her, don't you," she said.

"With all my heart."looked as sad as I'd ever seen her. "What's your heart telling you to do?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe," she said gently, "you're trying too hard to hear it."next day I was better with Jamie, though not much. Before I'd arrived, I'd told myself Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница that I wouldn't say anything that might get her down—that I'd try to talk to her like I had before—and that's exactly how it went. I sat myself on her couch and told her about some of my friends and what they were doing; I caught her up on the success of the basketball team. I told her that I still hadn't heard from UNC, but that I was hopeful I'd know within the next few weeks. I told her I was looking forward to graduation. I spoke as though she'd Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница be back to school the following week, and I knew I sounded nervous the entire time. Jamie smiled and nodded at the appropriate times, asking questions every now and then. But I think we both knew by the time I finished talking that it was the last time I would do it. It didn't feel right to either of us.heart was telling me exactly the same thing.turned to the Bible again, in the hope that it would guide me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked a couple of days later.now Jamie had lost Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница more weight. Her skin was beginning to take on a slightly grayish tint, and the bones in her hands were starting to show through her skin. Again I saw bruises. We were inside her house in the living room; the cold was too much for her to bear.all this, she still looked beautiful.

"I'm doing okay," she said, smiling valiantly. "The doctors have given me some medicine for the pain, and it seems to help a little."'d been coming by every day. Time seemed to be slowing down and speeding up at exactly the same time.

"Can I get Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница anything for you?"

"No, thank you, I'm doing fine."looked around the room, then back at her.

"I've been reading the Bible," I finally said.

"You have?" Her face lit up, reminding me of the angel I'd seen in the play. I couldn't believe that only six weeks had gone by.

"I wanted you to know."

"I'm glad you told me."

"I read the book of Job last night," I said, "where God stuck it to Job to test his faith."smiled and reached out to pat my arm, her hand soft on Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница my skin. It felt nice. "You should read something else. That's not about God in one of his better moments."

"Why would he have done that to him?"

"I don't know," she said.

"Do you ever feel like Job?"smiled, a little twinkle in her eyes. "Sometimes."

"But you haven't lost your faith?"

"No." I knew she hadn't, but I think I was losing mine.

"Is it because you think you might get better?"

"No," she said, "it's because it's the only thing I have left."that, we started reading the Bible together. It Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница somehow seemed like the right thing to do, but my heart was nonetheless telling me that there still might be something more.night I lay awake, wondering about it.the Bible gave us something to focus on, and all of a sudden everything started to get better between us, maybe because I wasn't as worried about doing something to offend her. What could be more right than reading the Bible? Though I didn't know nearly as much as she did about it, I think she appreciated the gesture, and occasionally when we read, she'd put Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница her hand on my knee and simply listen as my voice filled the room.times I'd be sitting beside her on the couch, looking at the Bible and watching Jamie out of the corner of my eye at the same time, and we'd come across a passage or a psalm, maybe even a proverb, and I'd ask her what she thought about it. She always had an answer, and I'd nod, thinking about it. Sometimes she asked me what I thought, and I did my best, too, though there were moments when I was Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница bluffing and I was sure that she could tell. "Is that what it means to you?" she'd ask, and I'd rub my chin and think about it before trying again. Sometimes, though, it was her fault when I couldn't concentrate, what with that hand on my knee and all.Friday night I brought her over for dinner at my house. My mom joined us for the main course, then left the table and sat in the den so that we could be alone.was nice there, sitting with Jamie, and I knew she felt the Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница same way. She hadn't been leaving her house much, and this was a good change for her.she'd told me about her illness, Jamie had stopped wearing her hair in a bun, and it was still as stunning as it had been the first time I'd seen her wear it down. She was looking at the china cabinet—my mom had one of those cabinets with the lights inside—when I reached across the table and took her hand.

"Thank you for coming over tonight," I said.turned her attention back to me. "Thanks for inviting me."paused. "How Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница's your father holding up?"sighed. "Not too well. I worry about him a lot."

"He loves you dearly, you know."

"I know."

"So do I," I said, and when I did, she looked away. Hearing me say this seemed to frighten her again.

"Will you keep coming over to my house?" she asked. "Even later, you know, when . . . ?"squeezed her hand, not hard, but enough to let her know that I meant what I said.

"As long as you want me to come, I'll be there."

"We don't have to read the Bible anymore Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, if you don't want to."

"Yes," I said softly, "I think we do."smiled. "You're a good friend, Landon. I don't know what I'd do without you."squeezed my hand, returning the favor. Sitting across from me, she looked radiant.

"I love you, Jamie," I said again, but this time she wasn't frightened. Instead our eyes met across the table, and I watched as hers began to shine. She sighed and looked away, running her hand through her hair, then turned to me again. I kissed her hand, smiling in return.

"I love you, too Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница," she finally whispered.were the words I'd been praying to hear.don't know if Jamie told Hegbert about her feelings for me, but I somehow doubted it because his routine hadn't changed at all. It was his habit to leave the house whenever I came over after school, and this continued. I would knock at the door and listen as Hegbert explained to Jamie that he would be leaving and would be back in a couple of hours. "Okay, Daddy," I always heard her say, then I would wait for Hegbert to open the door. Once he Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница let me in, he would open the hallway closet and silently pull out his coat and hat, buttoning the coat up all the way before he left the house. His coat was old-fashioned, black and long, like a trench coat without zippers, the kind that was fashionable earlier this century. He seldom spoke directly to me, even after he learned that Jamie and I'd begun to read the Bible together.he still didn't like me in the house if he wasn't there, he nonetheless allowed me to come in. I knew that Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница part of the reason had to do with the fact that he didn't want Jamie to get chilled by sitting on the porch, and the only other alternative was to wait at the house while I was there. But I think Hegbert needed some time alone, too, and that was the real reason for the change. He didn't talk to me about the rules of the house—I could see them in his eyes the first time he'd said I could stay. I was allowed to stay in the living room, that was all.was still moving around Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница fairly well, though the winter was miserable. A cold streak blew in during the last part of January that lasted nine days, followed by three straight days of drenching rain. Jamie had no interest in leaving the house in such weather, though after Hegbert had gone she and I might stand on the porch for just a couple of minutes to breathe the fresh sea air. we did this, I found myself worrying about her.we read the Bible, people would knock at the door at least three times every day. People were always dropping by, some Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница with food, others just to say hello. Even Eric and Margaret came over, and though Jamie wasn't allowed to let them in, she did so anyway, and we sat in the living room and talked a little, both of them unable to meet her gaze.were both nervous, and it took them a couple of minutes to finally get to the point. Eric had come to apologize, he said, and he said that he couldn't imagine why all this had happened to her of all people. He also had something for her, and he set an envelope on the table Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, his hand shaking. His voice was choked up as he spoke, the words ringing with the most heartfelt emotion I'd ever heard him express.

"You've got the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met," he said to Jamie, his voice cracking, "and even though I took it for granted and wasn't always nice to you, I wanted to let you know how I feel. I've never been more sorry about anything in my life." He paused and swiped at the corner of his eye. "You're the best person I'll Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница probably ever know."he was fighting back his tears and sniffling, Margaret had already given in to hers and sat weeping on the couch, unable to speak. When Eric had finished, Jamie wiped tears from her cheeks, stood slowly, and smiled, opening her arms in what could only be called a gesture of forgiveness. Eric went to her willingly, finally beginning to cry openly as she gently caressed his hair, murmuring to him. The two of them held each other for a long time as Eric sobbed until he was too exhausted to cry anymore.it was Margaret's turn, and Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница she and Jamie did exactly the same thing.Eric and Margaret were ready to leave, they pulled on their jackets and looked at Jamie one more time, as if to remember her forever. I had no doubt that they wanted to think of her as she looked right then. In my mind she was beautiful, and I know they felt the same way.

"Hang in there," Eric said on his way out the door. "I'll be praying for you, and so will everybody else." Then he looked toward me, reached out, and patted me on the shoulder Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница. "You too," he said, his eyes red. As I watched them leave, I knew I'd never been prouder of either of them., when we opened the envelope, we learned what Eric had done. Without telling us, he'd collected over $400 dollars for the orphanage.waited for the miracle.hadn't come.early February the pills Jamie was taking were increased to help offset the heightened pain she was feeling. The higher dosages made her dizzy, and twice she fell when walking to the bathroom, one time hitting her head against the washbasin. Afterward she insisted that the doctors cut Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница back her medicine, and with reluctance they did. Though she was able to walk normally, the pain she was intensified, and sometimes even raising her arm made her grimace. Leukemia is a disease of the blood, one that runs its course throughout a person's body. There was literally no escape from it as long as her heart kept beating.the disease weakened the rest of her body as well, preying on her muscles, making even simple things more difficult. In the first week of February she lost six pounds, and soon walking became difficult for her, unless Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница it was only for a short distance. That was, of course, if she could put up with the pain, which in time she couldn't. She went back to the pills again, accepting the dizziness in of pain.we read the Bible.I visited Jamie, I would find her on the couch with the Bible already opened, and I knew that eventually her father would have to carry her there if we wanted to continue. Though she never said anything to me about it, we both knew exactly what it meant.was running out of time, and my heart was Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница still telling me that there was something more I could do.February 14, Valentine's Day, Jamie picked out a passage from Corinthians that meant a lot to her. She told me that if she'd ever had the chance, it was the passage she'd wanted read at her wedding. This is what it said:is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever .was the truest essence of that very description.days later, when the temperature slightly warmed, I showed her something wonderful, something I doubted she'd ever seen before, something I knew she would want to see.North Carolina is a beautiful and special part of the country, blessed with temperate weather and, for the most part, wonderful geography. Nowhere is this more evident than Bogue Banks, an island right off the coast, near the place we grew up. Twenty-four miles long and Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница nearly a mile wide, this island is a fluke of nature, running from east to west, hugging the coastline a half mile offshore. Those who live there can witness spectacular sunrises and sunsets every day of the year, both taking place over the expanse of the mighty Atlantic Ocean.was bundled up heavily, standing beside me on the edge of the Iron Steamer Pier as this perfect southern evening descended. I pointed off into the distance and told her to wait. I could see our breaths, two of hers to every one of mine. I had to support Jamie as we Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница stood there—she seemed lighter than the leaves of a tree that had fallen in autumn—but I knew that it would be worth it.time the glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light across the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orange and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница holy confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colors reflected off it, waters rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time. The sun continued to lower itself, casting its glow as far as the eye could see, before finally, slowly, vanishing beneath the waves. The moon continued its slow drift upward, shimmering as it turned a thousand different shades of yellow, each paler than the last, before finally becoming the color of the stars.watched all this in silence, my arm tight around her, her breathing shallow and Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница weak. As the sky was finally turning to black and the first twinkling lights began to appear in the distant southern sky, I took her in my arms. I gently kissed both her cheeks and then, finally, her lips.

"That," I said, "is exactly how I feel about you."week later Jamie's trips to the hospital became more regular, although she insisted that she didn't want to stay there overnight. "I want to die at home," was all she said. Since the doctors couldn't do anything for her, they had no choice but to accept Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница her wishes.least for the time being.

"I've been thinking about the past few months," I said to her.were sitting in the living room, holding hands as we read the Bible. Her face was growing thinner, her hair beginning to lose its luster. Yet her eyes, those soft blue eyes, were as lovely as ever.don't think I'd ever seen someone as beautiful.

"I've been thinking about them, too," she said.

"You knew, from the first day in Miss Garber's class that I was going to do the play, didn't you. When you Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница looked at me and smiled?"nodded. "Yes."

"And when I asked you to the homecoming dance, you made me promise that I wouldn't fall in love, but you knew that I was going to, didn't you?"had a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Yes."

"How did you know?"shrugged without answering, and we sat together for a few moments, watching the rain as it blew against the windows.

"When I told you that I prayed for you," she finally said to me, "what did you think I was talking about?"progression of her disease continued, speeding up as March Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница approached. She was taking more medicine for pain, and she felt too sick to her stomach to keep down much food. She was growing weak, and it looked like she'd have to go to the hospital to stay, despite her wishes.was my mother and father who changed all that.father had driven home from Washington, hurriedly leaving although Congress was still in session. Apparently my mother had called him and told him that if he didn't come home immediately, he might as well stay in Washington forever.my mother told him what was happening Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, my father said that Hegbert would never accept his help, that the wounds were too deep, that it was too late to do anything.

"This isn't about your family, or even about Reverend Sullivan, or anything that happened in the past," she said to him, refusing to accept his answer. "This is about our son, who happens to be in love with a little girl who needs our help. And you're going to find a way to help her.

"I don't know what my father said to Hegbert or what promises he had to make or Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница how much the whole thing eventually cost. All I know is that Jamie was soon surrounded by expensive equipment, was supplied with all the medicine she needed, and was watched by two full-time nurses while a doctor peeked in on her several times a day.would be able to stay at home.night I cried on my father's shoulder for the first time in my life.

"Do you have any regrets?" I asked her. She was in her bed under the covers, a tube in her arm feeding her the medication she needed. Her face was pale Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница, her body feather light. She could barely walk, and when she did, she now had to be supported by someone else.

"We all have regrets, Landon," she said, "but I've led a wonderful life."

"How can you say that?" I cried out, unable to hide my anguish. "With all that's happening to you?"squeezed my hand, her grip weak, smiling tenderly at me.

"This," she admitted as she looked around her room, "could be better."my tears I laughed, then immediately felt guilty for doing so. I was supposed to be supporting her, not the other way around Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница. Jamie went on.

"But other than that, I've been happy, Landon. I really have. I've had a special father who taught me about God. I can look back and know that I couldn't have tried to help other people any more than I did." She paused and met my eyes.

"I've even fallen in love and had someone love me back."kissed her hand when she said it, then held it against my cheek.

"It's not fair," I said.didn't answer.

"Are you still afraid?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I'm afraid, too Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница," I said.

"I know. And I'm sorry."

"What can I do?" I asked desperately. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore."

"Will you read to me?"nodded, though I didn't know whether I'd be able to make it through the next page without breaking down., Lord, tell me what to do!

"Mom?" I said later that night.

"Yes?"were sitting on the sofa in the den, the fire blazing before us. Earlier in the day Jamie had fallen asleep while I read to her, and knowing she needed her rest, I slipped out Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница of her room. But before I did, I kissed her gently on the cheek. It was harmless, but Hegbert had walked in as I'd done so, and I had seen the conflicting emotions in his eyes. He looked at me, knowing that I loved his daughter but also knowing that I'd broken one of the rules of his house, even an unspoken one. Had she been well, I know he would never have allowed me back inside. As it was, I showed myself to the door.couldn't blame him, not really. I found that spending time with Николас СпарксWalk to Rememberwas a time when the world was sweeter.when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses, and the men donned hats. Every April, when the wind smells of both 8 страница Jamie sapped me of the energy to feel hurt by his demeanor. If Jamie had taught me anything over these last few months, she'd shown me that actions—not thoughts or intentions—were the way to judge others, and I knew that Hegbert would allow me in the following day. I was thinking about all this as I sat next to my mother on the sofa.

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