A Taste of Thursday and I am offering you a tender moment when Talia dies, surrounded by her family, from my completed work, Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences, submitted today to Decadent Publishing. Read all the wonderful author's excerpts from their WIPs.
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| The Waiting Arms of Angels |
Talia smiled and squeezed the hand
of the man that touched her heart, enriched her life, had given her children.
She closed her eyes, her breath carried a soft humming from her lips. She was
beautiful, serene and calm.
“Bring my children,” she said in a
whisper. Simon was racked with heart wrenching painful sorrow. He thought he
was prepared for Talia’s death. But the saying, and believing and reassurance
was nothing for the doing, for the being for this moment. He was not ready for
her to leave him. He did not want her to leave him, even though he knew she
had to, that she was going to die. He knew in his heart that the only way for
her to be released from her pain was to be released from this life…to just let
go…He had to let her go, but he couldn’t. He was afraid, he couldn’t…he did not
want her to die.
The children came into her room,
along with everyone else. They all shuffled over to the bed and she held their
hands, loved them, exchanged stories and memories. They loved and consoled one
another while Simon stood by trying to rally his strength as he listened to
each one of them say good-bye to their friend, their sister, their aunt and
daughter. Talia’s mother and father cried outright, with big helpless tears in
waves of uncontrollable sobs, their loss so unbearable and painful.
Simon sat, in silence, beside his
wife of fifteen years with his youngest daughter on his lap, weeping into his
chest. His other two children came and went, moved about hugging other family
members as they needed then returned to Simon’s side. The day passed into
evening as the sun cast ribbons of gold, amber and sienna between the drapes
Talia wanted left open. This was her favorite time of day, then end of the day
that the family always came together no matter their busy activities during the
day. They all came home - to her - every single day of their lives. He watched
her as he knew she thought just that. He knew because he knew her, loved her and
he was home - wherever she was. That was home. Her eyes opened to watch as the
Sun died another night that the Moon might live and dance among the stars and
glistening galaxies until morning when the Sun wanted her sky back. That is
what she used to tell the children so that they would go to sleep and rest,
like the Sun. He could not have loved her more than at that moment, the memory
escorting her beautiful soul into the waiting arms of angels.
Surrounded in a loving embrace by
all the people she loved, and who loved her, Talia’s mouth formed one last
circular ‘O’ as she took her last breath with the setting sun, closed her eyes
and exhaled.
“I love you, Tali. Let go. We are
all home,” he leaned into her ear, his lips brushing her cooling flesh as she
slipped away.
© Muffy Wilson
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This was so sad. I can't believe she dies just like that was everyone around just waiting for it, I feel kind of bad for her.
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