A Taste of Thursday and I am picking up with Taylor Savior the night before Talia's funeral and memorial service. Simon, his admin assistant and the party planner have been working well into the night to make sure that her "Celebration of Life" is executed according to her plans (and yes, she did plan her service as she had been sick for a year). Please leave a comment and then visit the participating authors to read an excerpt from their WIPs.
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Talia had been gone for three and
a half days now but from Simon’s bed for much longer. She had been in hospice
for the last ten days but stricken again by cancer for the last year. While
they had continued to sleep together, as long as Talia was comfortable, they had
done little more than hold hands at night as they drifted off to sleep. He
thought he was prepared; he thought he was ready to live a life without her,
but the truth was - he simply was not prepared to live his life without her.
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It was then, and there, in the
late, quiet hours of the remains of the day that his eyes welled with tears and
he said good-bye to his wife.
“I love you, Talia, and I miss
you already. We both knew this day would come; but you were much wiser than I.
You knew the bravado I wore like armor would begin to shed and drop with your
final breath. And you were right, my love - you are always right. Now, alone
with you in my heart, surrounded by you, I can cry.”
Simon was too tired to resist
further and he laid his head on Talia’s pillow and left his tears to stain the satin
that still held her fragrance. Simon said his farewell to his best friend, his
confident, his wife and the mother of his children.
“I am not ready to live my life
without you, Talia. I will always love you, darling.’
And Simon slept as he held her pillow to his heart.
And Simon slept as he held her pillow to his heart.
Simon woke early with the shards
of the night gathering their presence and receding into the warmth of the
morning sun. In their retreat, the moonlit clouds deposited upon the grass
teardrops of dew. Simon thought to himself, Of
course, the moon misses her too. It was, however, no time for
retrospection; there will be plenty of time for that in the lifetime ahead.
Now was a time for action,
leadership and strength, not unlike in his business, but this time for his
family. In all truth, he found a quiet comfort in structure and resilience. It
was often like following a map and no real thinking was required. He considered
it a reassurance, of sorts, to know what must be done and then do it.
His family would look to him for
that, and more. And there would be a river of tears. But, he was ready, as
ready as Talia could prepare him. He rose from their bed and, unlike any other
day, he straightened the sheets and linens which was something Talia always
did. He smoothed her satin pillowcase with tenderness more like a caress and
became aware that repetition was a comfort and he would use it to help his
family bear the painful burden of her death.
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Beautiful, yet filled with sadness. You portray the emotions to perfection. I felt a lump in my throat as I read
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a very sadden piece you've written, but very touching.
ReplyDeleteSuch an emotional taster. Grace and beauty in the midst of grief.
ReplyDeleteThat's really not an easy time. I like how you captured it. I'm still worried for Aynne though,
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