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Everyone else had already left....

   They were smiling, he reached for her hand as their eyes met.  "There's something..." he started to say, "There's something I've been wanting to tell you.  I love you more then anything in the entire world and I want nothing more then to spend the rest of my life with you."  Her eyes got huge and teary as he got down on one knee.  That was a long time ago, he started thinking now, as he shivered in the cold morning breeze.  Those were good times when life still had some meaning.  The wedding was very nice, it was in the small church that he had gone to since he was a child.  She looked amazing in her dress.  Everyone was there and his brother was his best man.  It was perfect.  The reception was great, friends and family were everywhere.  It reminded him of Christmas.  He bundled up to try and keep warm.  The honeymoon was just like the ones from their dreams.  They didn't go to the beach, or on an exotic cruise.  They rented a small cabin in the mountains and held eachother on the porch watching the snow lightly fall around them.  Their love was endless, and everything reminded them of it.  Soon she was expecting, it was their first child.  He held her hand tightly as they watched the baby on the small sonogram screen.  The doctor gave them a minute and he left the room.  "She's beautiful," she said looking up at him with that smile on her face.  He lightly kissed her forehead saying, "We should name her after your mother, from the pictures I've seen, and the stories you've told, that would be a very fitting name."  They held each other, both having tears of joy building up in the corners of their eyes.  The next few months was a great experience for both of them.  She started getting moody (which he thought to be very cute) and they had just finished the baby's room.  Their love for their unborn child grew with every second.  The time had come, the baby was ready to be born.  They sat in the E.R. until her contractions were close together enough for her to start labor.  After a few hours the doctor approached him with a grave look on his face.  "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave and wait in the lobby, the baby's doing fine but the mother is starting to have some problems"  His heart dropped as he searched for the right words to ask the doctor, but the questions never came out.  "I'm sorry she has lost a lot of blood but we're doing all we can to help her."

   "She loved you very much" he whispered to his newborn daughter, a tear running down his cheek as he threw a carnation on his wife's casket, he closed his eyes, turned, and walked away.