A SHORT STORY

i felt the need to write something, and being in a sombre mood, this is my end result.  i know it is a bit depressing, but my soul has to write, even when it is such as this.  maybe i will feel the need to write something lighter at another time...........

 

THE CALL

 

He received the call in the middle of the night.  It was from her daughter, Chelsea, and the message was something no one wants to hear:  “she is going fast, and the doctor’s say she will probably be gone before dawn.”

 

He felt the stabbing pain in his heart.  This just couldn’t be true.  She was so full of life the last time he saw her.  Then he walked out of her life, leaving her alone.  Now this.  Why oh why had he done such a horrible thing?  Why had he left her to fend for herself alone in the world?

 

He told Chelsea he would be there as soon as he could, to tell her mother he was coming, and to hold on, not let go of life, for he still loved her.  Chelsea just hung up.  She doubted he would be there in time.

 

Chelsea went back into the hospital room, and sat beside the bed.  She reached up and took the limp hand that lay there beside the near lifeless body of her mother.  She began to cry, something she had not done in some time.  She had some skeletons in her closet as well.  She should have kept more in touch with her mother. Chelsea figured mothers lived forever, so she would have time to be “friends” with her mother after sowing her wild seeds.  Now here she was, just 21, finally legal to bar hop and party, and she sat here watching her mother die at age 54. 

 

The tears flowed from Chelsea’s eyes as she sat for over an hour watching her mother’s shallow breath.  Would her mother ever awaken from this sleep?  She wished she could change things, and make her mother well again. 

 

Chelsea’s mother held on through the day.  She would often open her eyes and see Chelsea sitting there and smile briefly at her.  Then she would slip once again into deep sleep.

 

Around midnight the nurse came into the room and asked Chelsea to step outside.  As soon as she was outside the door, she saw him.  Trevor had actually made it from Wyoming, and was standing there, tears welling in his eyes, as he grabbed Chelsea and hugged her tightly.  He told her he was so sorry he wasn’t there for both of them when this all started.  Then he asked if he would be allowed to see her.  She told him he could; in fact, he should.

 

Trevor walked slowly into the darkened room, and saw her lying there, seemingly lifeless.  He went to the bedside, and leaned down and kissed her cheek.  He took her hand, held it tightly, and told her in a low whisper that he loved her.  Her eyes opened once again, and she looked into Trevor’s eyes.  She seemed to believe she was dreaming, for she blinked several times before smiling.  Trevor whispered once again his love for her, and she smiled again, and quietly called his name, and told him she had never stopped loving him.  He sat by her bed, still holding her hand, which felt cold.Her mind, though foggy, knew she was not dreaming, knew that he had finally come back for her.  But it was now too late.  She would be going “home”, but not with Trevor. 

 

Over the next hour or so, they spoke in whispers, trying to make up for the time they had been apart.  It had been over 2 years since they had spoken.  Trevor could not stop the tears, in his eyes, and in his heart.

 

Then, without warning, she looked around the room, and whispered for Chelsea to come over to the bedside as well.  Both Trevor and Chelsea took a hand, held it tightly, and listened to what she had to say.  It wasn’t what either of them wanted to hear.  She told them she knew her time was near, and that she wanted them both to leave.  She was ready to meet her beloved Savior, and wanted to do so alone.  Neither wanted to leave the room, but did so at her request.  Before they left, she made them promise to keep in touch with each other, and to always lift each other up in times of need.  Then they left the room.

 

Moments later, the angel of death visited, and took her home to heaven. 

 

NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY WITH SOMEONE……..NEVER LET AN OPPORTUNITY GO BY WITHOUT TELLING SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM.  NEVER MISS A CHANCE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN SOMEONE’S LIFE.  LIFE IS TO BE LIVED, AND TO THE FULLEST…….IF YOU FIND SOMEONE TO LIVE IT WITH, LOVE THEM, AND LIVE………