Midnight Kiss

A tender smooch at the strike of 12 restores an Ohio widow's faith that her husband is watching over her.

Don and Mary Elizabeth Rathbun

Don and I welcomed every New Year with a midnight kiss. In 55 years, we’d only missed our kiss once. That year we were separated because he was in the Pacific during World War II.

Now at half an hour to midnight, I lay in bed alone on my first New Year’s without him, missing him terribly. How can I get through tonight? I thought.

I watched the Times Square celebration played on TV. “Wake me when the ball starts down,” I said. Even though Don was gone, I often still talked to him.

I dozed off as the crystal ball descended. But something woke me from a deep sleep. It was a kiss. A soft warm kiss on my cheek. “Don?” I said. The clock on the night table chimed midnight.

“Happy New Year, Love,” I whispered, knowing he could hear me. It seems an angel helped me start the year off right, just like always. Except this year a heavenly angel stood in for my earthly one.

 

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