Thursday, November 27, 2014

A Taste of Thursday, 27 November 2014 ~ Surrounded by You

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.

While it is Thanksgiving for those of us in America, not all of our wonderful friends celebrate the Holiday that is really uniquely American. But, in our celebration, we want all our friends to share in our bounty. So, in all things be grateful, as I am for you. 

"May you be blessed with the comforts you require and the abundance you desire." 

Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays. 
Enjoy ~  ☼ o√ ¸.¨¯`*..*˜"*°

Surrounded by You
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.

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.

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.
© Muffy Wilson

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  1. Beautiful, yet filled with sadness. You portray the emotions to perfection. I felt a lump in my throat as I read

  2. Wow, that was a very sadden piece you've written, but very touching.

  3. Such an emotional taster. Grace and beauty in the midst of grief.

  4. That's really not an easy time. I like how you captured it. I'm still worried for Aynne though,


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