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Article Written by May Weirslynn

As I looked out the back window of our mountain house I saw the storm clouds filling the September sky. I was tired of crying, tired of trying to make it work, tired of hoping things would change.

I looked down, weak and shaking, I swallowed my tears, our relationship would fail. After six years and a baby, you were leaving us and I just could not understand how this all happened.

The house was cold and felt so empty even though it was full of all the things we owned. What would happen to us to me? Now, what, I screamed inside but had nothing left inside myself, we just divide the things and make new lives? I was far from ready to start the process and unable to even handle the thoughts.

My friends said I had to be strong for my son, strong for myself and that it would all eventually be ok. I had no energy, no life left, no fight to even ask. I lifted my head and looked out the window again, and there was our tree, a tree we had planted to symbolize our love when we first bought the house.

Love Trees

A tree we picked out together and struggled to get home in our SUV, A tree we planted together just after getting married. The tree was beautiful it was as healthy as ever, not sick, or dead, but thriving and beautiful. Would it stay with the house, would we cut it down before we sold it. What would happen to our love trees?

As days turned to weeks the house and things began to clear. With the help of family and friends I would soon be moving. It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in October when I decided to cut down the tree. I had, had enough and the tree should go.

Cutting Service

I called love trees cutting service and made an appointment to have it removed. The tree service people came and they heard my story. They thought I should wait and they prayed with me for strength. They left without cutting anything and I did not know how to feel.

I hadn’t spoken to Kevin in almost 2 weeks And was no longer waiting anxiously starving for any sign of a chance. I fell asleep easier that night and in the morning the first thing I did, went and look at the tree. The tree was full of life, full of energy, and full of love, and I went outside and thought I just cannot cut it down.

As I sat by the tree I never heard anyone approach but suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Kevin, we cried, we talked and we went inside. Within a week the house was no longer for sale, we moved back him he came back and we made it work. The tree workers never returned, but they were wonderful people who changed my life and I think about them every time I pass a tree service vehicle on the road.

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