Somebody Get Me A Drink by Reese Turner Final Words writing prompt entry |
Hospice had called. So, the family gathered that afternoon in his room… “Somebody get me a drink. Wherever I’m going, I don’t have to drive to get there, so make it a double. Whiskey, beer, wine, doesn’t matter, I’ve enjoyed them all. But, don’t bring me any nachos or steak or other food I’ve enjoyed – I don’t want to get there with gas.” “Thank y’all for droppin’ by to say good-bye. I really appreciate it! I remember a sayin’ I saw once about moments like this, 'Never let the sorrow of good-bye diminish the joy of your time together.' We did have fun – even in the tough times, we never lost our laughter. That’s what I’ve packed for my trip. I humbly ask the Lord to forgive my transgressions. I really want to be in Heaven and I promise to behave myself... best I can...” “They had a bottle of Jameson at the nurses’ desk, Dad, here’s a double shot, two cubes of ice,” said son-in-law number 3. “You’re a liar, you smuggled that in, but I forgive my daughter for marrying you,” said the man dying of prostate cancer. The bottle got passed around, cups were splashed and daughter #3 raised hers first, “Thanks, Dad, you made it fun.” “Salute!” And lots of “love you's" followed… “Hey, can I have your golf clubs?” shouted son-in-law number 2. “Hell no! Let’s give them to someone who can play golf,” he winked, took a last sip, then said to them all, “when you get to Ireland, look for me. Who knows?” With that, he handed his cup to his wife, “Love you, honey, but I gotta rest…”
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