|Saying Goodbye (standard:drama, 1401 words)|
|Author: Chris Craine||Added: Oct 29 2007||Views/Reads: 2062/1009||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A woman learns that saying goodbye is sometimes harder than you think.|
Saying Goodbye By Christopher Craine Kate‘s mom pulled under the gnarled oak and placed the car in park. “Are you sure you're ready for this Kate?” She placed her hand over Kate's right hand. The cast felt hard and cold under her fingers. Kate fidgeted with the wreath sitting in her lap, straightening the flowers that weren't crooked. Her chest heaved slightly and painfully as her eye's slowly connected with her mother's. “No Mom, I'm not sure but what choice do I have? He was my husband for Christ sake!” Kate's mother winced at this, absently touching the bun in her hair. She hated when Kate took the lords name in vain but said nothing. Kate dropped her eyes and her voice, intertwining her fingertips with her mother's. “I'm sorry Mom. It's just that the funeral was six weeks ago and I promised not only myself but Steve that when I got out, I would say goodbye. He was a good man mom. He deserves that.” The accident had happened just under two months ago. Steve and Kate were traveling home from there honeymoon. A whirlwind of romance and passion surrounded by a cabin in the forests of Flagstaff. The roads were icy and it was late. They could have left earlier, perhaps if Kate had not fallen asleep on the way home, maybe if the other guy would have had just one less beer. It was a world full of maybes clouded over with a storm of perhaps but it had changed nothing. Steve was still dead and Kate's face was a mask of eternal scars. The first time she had looked in the mirror she felt another part of herself die. Scars crisscrossed her forehead intersecting with another gash that dragged down her temple, across her cheek and down to her chin. She had lost nearly all feeling on the right side of her face and her auburn hair had been shaved completely off due to the multiple surgeries. Never again would she be the beauty that once graced the cover of not one but two different teen magazines. She had wanted to cry, willed herself to but in the end found herself swallowed by the absence of tears. Kate's mom reached up gliding her fingers through her little girls hair. “It's not your fault baby, sometimes God has his own plan and there is nothing we can do about it but lift our chin and go forward.” Her hand moved down to Kate's chin gently prodding it until there eye's met. “I love you Kitty Kate and I want you to know that I am here for you.” She looked out towards Steven's final resting place. “I'll go with you if you want.” Kate felt her throat tighten. She wanted to let her mind carry her back to the land of medicated non existence. A place where Steve still held her hand and nuzzled her neck. She swallowed, wanting to vomit and yet somehow found the strength to return her mothers gaze. “I have to do this on my own Mom.” Kate gingerly pulled her head back, reached for the door and slowly climbed out. The sky shined with an eternal cerulean vastness as Kate limped up the hill where Steve's grave was located. Spring had laid it's egg and Kate could feel sweat making it's way down her brow following her scars like a roadmap. Standing at the top of the hill was a small elm, providing little shade. Kate paused feeling slightly winded and gazed at the end of her future. It lay there written in ice cold stone, “Steven Anthony Riley 1976-2007” It was true and it melted her heart. Her body began to shake and she fell to her knees, dropping the wreath. She buried her head in her hands. “Oh Steve why did this have to happen? Why? We had so much to do, so many plans!“ Her world twisted and turned like a rainstorm on an anthill. She looked up from her hands and stared at the tombstone digging inside herself for the tears she knew were there but guilt had buried. A hand gently rested on her shoulder and Kate nearly jumped out of her skin. “It's okay to cry. It's God's way of helping us heal.” Kate had lost her father a couple of years back and these were the words Steve had whispered into her ear as she stood over his grave at the funeral. She turned around fully expecting him to be standing there but was instead greeted by a little boy. He had short brown hair, eyes that sparkled green and a smile that reminded her of a long summer walk with Steve. He looked to be no more than seven but the harder Kate tried to guess his age, the less sure she was. “My Dad said it's okay to cry, it's a band-aid for the heart.” “Your dad is a very smart man,” Kate said. She absently wiped her hand across her eyes, pulling it back dryly. “My name's Kate.” The boy took a step closer. “You are very pretty.” Kate placed her hand along her cheek, sliding it down the scar. “Thank you.” She looked around for the boy's father but saw no one else. “Where's your father at?” “He's around. Were here visiting my mom.” His eyes lowered and he kicked at an imaginary rock. “It was a car accident.” A small ping hit Kate in the stomach. “I'm sorry. That's how I lost my husband.” The boy pointed at the tombstone. “He still loves you.” “I know he does and I still love him.” Kate slid her hand underneath the boy's chin, raising his eyes to meet hers. “And your Click here to read the rest of this story (35 more lines)
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