Waiting for Death

Sitting on my old rocker, I know is coming. My day is growing near. I sit in this chair and think about the life I am leaving behind. I think of the past. A time when aches and pains didn't rule my body, when my heart controlled my choices.1

I met the love of my life when I was sixteen. He was made from a fairy tale. He had a boyish charm and the whit to match it. He captured my attention immediately. He was so handsome. He had the girls hanging on to his every word.2

I never thought of talking to him. I was too shy. When he came to talk to me one day, my heart soared. He asked to go to the local diner with him. Our love was the kind that everyone ever dreamed of. We were young, but we knew that we would never love another like we did each other. Later we became engaged. I was every girl's envy.3

My world came crashing down on me one tragic day. We were walking and crossed a busy street. I accidently dropped my purse, and him being such a gentleman, went to retreive it. He never saw the bus coming. It tried to stop, but it couldn't in time. His head had a gash on his head when I ran to kneel at his side. I put his head gently on my lap and I held him. I kissed his face and told him, "Hold on. Don't let go. Help is coming." Tears run down my cheeks shamelessly.4

He tries to open his eyes and they roll in his head. His skin is pale from the blood loss. After a few moments he looks at me straight. I see the sympathy there. I shake my head and say "No. You can't leave me." I hug his body close, crying harder, and whisper, "I need you." I raise my head up again and look at you. You raise your hand weakly to my face to brush away a tear and I pull it to my face to cherish the feel of it against my skin.5

"I love you. Live for me, Darling. Don't look back. Do not grieve me because I will wait for you amongst the angels," is what he manages to rasp out. I reply, "I love you too." You smile lovingly and I cry harder.You take one last breath and your hand on my face grows limp. I hug your body close and sobs rock my body.6

Eight years later I married another man. I had two children. Though I loved my family, I was dead inside. I died that day my love was taken from me. I can close my eyes, knowing my life is about to end. I wait for the light to appear. Suddenly it appears like a fire cracker. It envelopes me and I spread my arms open wide to accept it.7

Out of the light doesn't step my late husband. It is my only love. He looks exactly like he did the day he died. I see the mischief in his sparkling eyes. I walk slowly to him, not feeling the ache and pain of age. I feel young again. He lifts his hand to my walking figure. I run to take it into mine. The feel of it making my heart swell. I can finally live again.8