Always with you (Part 3)

The next few days were a blur, forms were signed, tears were shed a life was gone. Danny had always carried his donor card around with him, it was his choice to donate his organs, but Katie couldn’t let them take his eyes. Yes they were Danny’s special features, they were one of the first things she fell in love with, such innocence, so much kindness. He had such beautiful eyes. She nearly didn’t let them take anything of him, but it was Danny’s choice it was what he wanted. 1

Day turned into night, night turned into day it seemed to pass so fast. People coming, people going, Katie hadn’t had as many phone calls as she had in the last 4 or 5 days, it was a comfort to know people were there for her, but all she wanted was Danny and wished that sometimes they would just leave her to grieve alone. So many arrangements had been made, times, dates, she wished it was all over with, but it was the last special thing she would ever get to do for him, it had to be perfect. It was the eve of Danny’s funeral; clothes were out creating shadows across the walls as the street lamp shone in the window. 2

Katie looked at the clock, “1am, this night is going to last forever.” She said out loud as if she were talking to someone in the room. She leant over and turned on the bedside light, she picked up the pen and pad of paper that she had started writing on previous in the week when Danny had first passed away. She wanted to say something at his funeral, but words were pretty hard to come by at present. She thought about Danny being in the church already, all on his own, she started to cry again, what if he is cold and lonely. Tears fell onto the page as words started to run down the paper. She had been advised to go home that he would be taken care of, but how could she rest when she buried him today? She only had a few things written down she needed to say more, but if she wanted to say everything she wanted to say, the service would go on forever. She didn’t want an normal service, prayers and people singing hymns, she just wanted the vicar at the end of it, she wanted his family and friends to talk about him, give him a proper send of, she wanted it to be special, and have loved ones tell his life, not have someone who did the same thing each and every time they did a funeral, it had to be special, he was special to her and she wanted to show him that more than anything.3

A burst on inspiration suddenly took over her and she kept on writing, she didn’t look at the clock, through hand cramps she kept on writing, not paying much attention around her. When she thought she had finished something else came to her, she wrote it then re-wrote it, when finally she had the finished piece. She finally looked at the clock, 6.30am. She had been awake all night, but then again that wasn’t anything new, she hadn’t slept since they had turned off the machines in the hospital, she was beyond tired. She pulled back the covers, went to the bathroom started to run the bath, and went down to the kitchen and turned on the kettle. 4