MEMORIES (a fiction, cont'd)

she had slept little that night, what with all those thoughts of david before she retired to bed.  the sheets felt colder than usual, and her heart emptier.  though she didn't blame God for taking david so early, she did ask him many times "why?".  theirs had been such a sweet love affair, and it was gone before its time.  their only daughter, who lived in arizona, had been devastated by the death of her father.  they had been close, even after she was transferred by her company so many miles away.  it just wasn't right, for him to die that way.  when someone is ill for some time, you slowly prepare yourself for their passing, but when something like this happens, you are not prepared.  she had always insisted they both get physicals every year since his fiftieth birthday, and they both received good reports every time.  so why an aneurysm?  silent death.  she knew she couldn't sit here all day and dwell on this, so she got up from her knitting chair, and went to the kitchen to fix her something to eat.  tickles, her tabby kitty, wanted to sample something too, so followed her to the kitchen.  this was unfortunate, for tickles ran between her feet, and caused her to trip, and as she fell, she hit her head on the corner of the china cabinet.  she was knocked out, cold.  it was hours later when she regained consciousness, and realized what had happened.  tickles had managed to tear into the cat food bag, and fed herself.  there was no one to call for help, for there were no family or friends nearby to where she lived.  she felt she was alright, so got up and cleaned her wound, bandaged it, and skipped food, opting for some television.  soon, she was asleep, remote in hand.  dreams of david took over her repose.  she dreamed she passed on, and met david in heaven, happy once again for eternity.  when the first rays of dawn came across her face, she awoke with a start.  reality again.....