|Don't Cry (standard:drama, 1218 words)|
|Author: A.M. Snead||Added: Dec 31 2002||Views/Reads: 2048/1253||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|As a small child leaves her body after a fatal car crash, she is faced with the grief of her parents and comforted by a gentle stranger.|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story She left the woman and walked around the bed and stood beside the man in white. Her big eyes grew worried as she stared at the silent man sitting beside the hospital bed. “What's wrong with my daddy?” “Sometimes grief can be so great that even our tears are unable to flow. Right now he is hurting so much that he doesn't believe he will be able to go on without you. And he is blaming himself for what happened to you.” “But...but it wasn't his fault...was it?” “No, sweetheart, it wasn't his fault. But it will be years before he finally understands that.” Tears glistened the child's eyes. “But will he be okay? He looks so...lost.” “He will be okay, honey...in time. My Father is sending him another little girl, and she will help ease the pain. But he will always miss you.” “Until I see him again?” “Yes, until then.” The child fell silent as she stared at her daddy's silent, broken form. “Does he know he will see me again?” She whispered. “No. Not yet, he doesn't.” A single tear slid down the little girl's face. “He doesn't look like my daddy. My daddy always smiled and laughed. Will he ever do that again?” “It will be awhile, but he will learn to laugh and love again. Right now, the prospect of life terrifies him. But he will learn not to be so afraid of it again.” The man in white touched her small shoulder. “It's time for us to go, sweetheart.” “I wish I could tell him I was okay.” She said softly. “I want him to be happy, I don't want him to be sad.” “He will be okay, sweety. My Father and I will stay beside him and your momma until they come home to us and you.” “Will he know you're there?” “In time. But even when he doesn't, we will still be holding his hand, and at times carrying him when life becomes too much. But we will let nothing happen to him.” He smiled and touched the little girl's cheek. “Now you go and tell him goodbye.” The child never felt the cold tiles beneath her feet as she went and stood before the grief-stricken man. Her tiny hands touched his cheeks, cradling his face. “Please don't be sad.” She whispered, then lifting up on her tip toes, she kissed his brow then pressed her forehead against his and stared into his blue eyes empty with grief. “I love you, daddy. I love you so much. My new friend says we'll see each other again. I believe him, daddy. And if you believe too, then it can happen. You just have to believe.” The little girl slid her small arms around his neck and hugged him tight, then pressed her little hand to his heart. “I will always be right here, watching and waiting.” She hugged him again then kissed the tip of his nose. “Please be okay, daddy. Please, please, be okay.” When she stepped away, the man in white took her hand and held it tightly in his. “I wish I could tell them I love them.” Tears slid down the child's face. “So they could hear me.” “They hear you, sweetheart.” The man said. “In their hearts, they hear you say it everyday.” The little girl looked up at the man holding her hand, her young innocent eyes asking the same question that pulsed painfully through the hearts and minds of her momma and daddy; why do I have to go, why can't I stay? The gentle man squeezed her tiny hand tenderly. When he took her home to his father, she would understand that her leaving them now had been an act of mercy, rather than a merciless act. It would be much longer before the anguished parents understood this as well. ~ The End ~ Tweet
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