This transformation happened quickly, from the day that we got the call that there was something wrong to this point moved so rapidly, and so painfully slowly that it was hard for me to keep up with it all. It was like “Groundhog Day” but we where repeating the same nightmarish days over and over again there toward the end.
As we sit in the room the tension made me what to jump up and run out of the room screaming. But I force myself to stay we have to have this moment, we have to talk.
“Well this sucks!” I say as I gasp for air between stifled sobs.
“Yes it does.” she said back smiling weakly, her face showing her pain. “But there is nothing to be done.”
“I know, but that doesn’t change how I feel, we all know that I am the ‘feeling’ one in the bunch.” I give a tight smile as well and wipe away the tears cascading down my face.
“Yes, we know that very well.” She gasps for breath; at this point talking has gotten to be a burden. “I want you to know that I have always thought of you as a daughter. I am so happy that you and your son came in to my life”
“You have always been my supportive ‘parent’, more so than my parents at times. That is why this is so upsetting for me. I know that we didn’t always see eye to eye on most things but I was listening to what you had to say even if I was fighting tooth and nail against it. I am kind of slow on the uptake sometimes with things.” I sob the last part still trying to keep it together but lose that battle, so I just openly cry.
We make eye contact and for the first time in all the years I have known her I see her shed tears. I get up from my chair, she struggles to sit up more in her bed, and we hug for a brief moment.
“You will take good care of the Boys I know you will.” She wipes away her tears and instantly goes back to the stoic person I have always seen her as.
“I will try to do that” I look down at the mangled bit of tissue in my hand.
At that point there is a knock on the door and we are done talking. Activities resume, jobs are delegated things are set in motion to rap things up, the end was nearing and everyone knew it. We just didn’t know how near it was, 3 days later she was gone.
Looking back on it all now I can see the mistakes that where made and moments where lost forever. But I can also see that it was the right choice, not right choice the only choice that could be made. She was finally at peace and no longer suffering. And we where released from our horrible version of “Groundhog Day” allowed to return to life, an radically different life but life none the less.
This week’s prompt asked you to spread a little joy.You were to write a piece where you or your character overcame a challenge and, even if it’s just for a moment, has a happy ending. We also asked you to surprise us – don’t go with the obvious.
The point of that, by the way, is just to get your thinking. You won’t get “thrill points” or anything but maybe it’ll spark you to keep pushing yourself.
I was hoping to show that there can be a little bit of joy even in loss, I may have just writen a really sad ending. I don’t know for sure please let me know if I was able to do that in the comments. Thanks for reading.