| General Fiction posted March 14, 2019 |
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Never pass up family opportunities...never.
Before I Go...
by Y. M. Roger
“Be brief.” He stood, waiting patiently.
First stop, Caitlyn’s room. I hated to miss her end-of-the-year school play. But I had finished her costume and sat through dress rehearsal this morning. I blew her a kiss.
Bobby’s door was shut. I walked into his inner sanctum. How many times had I come in here uninvited? But we had our best conversations then, like the one yesterday after his game. His tourney this weekend would be my first absence. I ‘air’ high-fived and turned away.
My husband was snoring, as always. I stood beside the bed and savored the face of the most understanding man on this Earth – so glad we had dinner at the airport earlier.
“Love you,” I whispered.
My prayer as the plane had plummeted to the ground had been that I be able to say good-bye.
I thanked the patient angel as we stepped into the light.
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“Be brief.” He stood, waiting patiently.
First stop, Caitlyn’s room. I hated to miss her end-of-the-year school play. But I had finished her costume and sat through dress rehearsal this morning. I blew her a kiss.
Bobby’s door was shut. I walked into his inner sanctum. How many times had I come in here uninvited? But we had our best conversations then, like the one yesterday after his game. His tourney this weekend would be my first absence. I ‘air’ high-fived and turned away.
My husband was snoring, as always. I stood beside the bed and savored the face of the most understanding man on this Earth – so glad we had dinner at the airport earlier.
“Love you,” I whispered.
My prayer as the plane had plummeted to the ground had been that I be able to say good-bye.
I thanked the patient angel as we stepped into the light.
First stop, Caitlyn’s room. I hated to miss her end-of-the-year school play. But I had finished her costume and sat through dress rehearsal this morning. I blew her a kiss.
Bobby’s door was shut. I walked into his inner sanctum. How many times had I come in here uninvited? But we had our best conversations then, like the one yesterday after his game. His tourney this weekend would be my first absence. I ‘air’ high-fived and turned away.
My husband was snoring, as always. I stood beside the bed and savored the face of the most understanding man on this Earth – so glad we had dinner at the airport earlier.
“Love you,” I whispered.
My prayer as the plane had plummeted to the ground had been that I be able to say good-bye.
I thanked the patient angel as we stepped into the light.
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