The Night She Died

The final days are the hardest

 

 

 

The Night She Died

By jack

 

This is the night she died. She had been sick for a very long time; her suffering was constant and the doctors did what they could to keep her comfortable, which was about all they could do. I hated watching her lying in that stark white hospital room day after day, seeing nurses lift her from the bed to change the sheets like she was a rag doll; tubes and wires connected to her body; a machine breathing for her. How could this woman who was so full of life, slip away so quickly?

 

I remember when we were younger; she was a ball of energy; she could not sit still for one minute; always doing something for someone. She was the most giving person I had ever met and the fact that she married me was a dream come true. I loved her every moment we were together and missed her every moment we were apart. She was my heart and soul.

 

The weekends at the beach were her favorite times, she loved the water; I always teased her that she was part mermaid.  She also loved to travel; she was always coming up with a new place she wanted to visit; such as Lake George or the Catskill Mountains, the Kew Gardens in Surrey England; and I did my best to take her on every one of her dream vacations.  

 

And now as I watched her fade away on her final day on earth, I realize that those days were only memories; pieces of our past that live on long after we are gone somewhere in our minds. I know for you see I passed away two years ago and have been sitting here in heaven watching and waiting for the day that she would join me, and this is that day. It may sound like a mean thing to say but I have missed her desperately and I know that she has missed me too. In a few moments I will fly over to the gates and wait for her to arrive. 

 

Yes, this is night she died and I could not be happier.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Marie]

This is a great story Jack, and I'm glad you wrote it. Not that your poetry isn't good, but really talented fiction writers are too rare.

[Jack...]

Thank you Marie, I take that as a huge compliment from a talented writer like yourself.

[Holly Mason]

wow Jack
like this write so much
thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Thank you Holly for taking the time to read it. I always appreciate you kind comments.