I was sitting at the kitchen table
pretending to read the newspaper.I
turned the pages and made crinkling paper sounds that implied I was involved in
my task.The kids were running in and
out of the room as they got themselves ready for school.Their feet made clattering and pounding noise
like drums out of synch, no rhythm just racket to be heard.
My wife was gathering the lunch bags and
handing them out as the last of them passed by her.She gave them each a kiss on the head as they
departed, and her face glowed with loving thoughts.They were off as they raced for the bus, but
I had no clue which one was in the lead this time.For some reason I didn’t feel like watching
Finally it was quiet.You would think that the silence was just
what I wanted, but somehow the house was too still.In a few moments she would walk over and ask
me ‘what's wrong dear’ in her nurturing voice.Or she would at least try to start a conversation, both of which I was
in no mood.Hoping to beat the punch, I
folded the paper, laid it on the table, stood up and tied my robe.I shuffled in my slippers quickly towards the
door, making my exit, hoping to leave the room without an inquisition.
"Are you alright dear?" she
Darn it it’s too late.The question was in the
air before I was safely out of ear shot.I slowly turned; hoping something intelligible would come out of my
“I'm fine dear.I'm heading for a shower and then off to my
I nippily left the room, ignoring her stare
that was burning into the back of my housecoat.She knew something was wrong, she always knew.Either it’s woman’s instinct, or just her
keen observation, but my wife always had the knack to know when something was
amiss.How do I tell such a sweet woman,
the one with a kind smile and bending ear to all in need, how do I tell her I
want to be alone?
I did as I said I would, and showered and
dressed.Now at least I felt human, but
there was that nagging thought in the back of my head, Why me?Why was I the one who
ended up on the receiving end of this sentence?Not literally of course, no one actually passed me the ball.It was just genetics, from my mother's side.
Yesterday I had been diagnosed with a
progressive disease, one that would ultimately lead to my demise.I had some time left before the end of my
days, not sure exactly how much, but some is better than none.Unfortunately it will be a long journey
filled with prescription bottles, blood tests, x-rays, sonograms and whatever
else they dream up in the very near future.
So how do I tell my family?I don't want to spoil their lives, as well as mine, do I?‘They have a right to know’ my doctor emphatically said to me.‘The brave person would find a way’.Was
this to imply I was not brave?I
wasn't sure if I was.Maybe I am faint
in heart, but at the moment I didn't care much.It was my disease, it was my problem.
Okay, all right - I knew I had to tell her,
she did deserve to know.My wife would
hate to be left out of such a life changing event.She would be sad if I didn’t trust her and
shared my problem, I knew that much.She
was a lovely person, and strong.I would
find a way to tell her soon.
Eureka -I needed to make a plan to make
sure they were all taken care of when I was gone.I gulped at that thought, the finality of it
all suddenly felt real.I was going to
die.I needed to deal and prepare, and
find a way to survive the time I still had on this earth.I certainly didn't want to waste my time,
becoming a person looking for pity.A
bucket list was the last thing I wanted to do.I went to my desk to think.
I pulled out a binder and grabbed a
ballpoint pen and started writing.First
I drew up a list of things I wanted in my will, easy enough since I had no pot
- not even piss for the pot.Shaking my
head, I decided to focus on what I did have, and what was most precious to
me.My thoughts were flooded with
everyone I wanted to get in touch with while I still had all my facilities
left, and the capability of movement.One last chance to see the people I cared for, and tell them so.Tears rimmed the edges of my lids, and I
wiped them as quickly as they appeared.No pity here.I cleared my throat
and thought more intently.What was most important to me?
Of course I wanted to spend more time with
my family, and give them the quality time the kids deserved.I needed to tell my wife how wonderful she
was, and that I would be waiting for her on the other side - so stay
happy.Maybe a few more unforgettable
nights together could be shared.I
needed to touch base with my siblings too.Maybe we could do a few reminiscent visits together, that would help
keep my spirits up.
As I sat there writing this all down in my
wire bound notebook, I began to get a nagging jag in the back of my mind.Nothing painful, just that nuisance feeling
when there was something you were forgetting even though it's right in front of
you.I hated that feeling, but it was
not to be denied.It followed me through
the rest of the day.It lingered in the
back of my mind as I went to bed that night.I was forgetting something - something important.
That night when I finally fell asleep, I
had a dream.Maybe it was more like a
vision.I could see it plainly in my
sleep's vision.It was a reenactment of
something that happened to me long ago.It was an accident.It happened
before I was married – No, that's not right, I was engaged.Yes and there was my wife, then my future
wife.She was holding my hand and
crying.I had been hit by a car and
badly hurt.My body was mangled and
twisted.There was blood everywhere, no
wonder she was so afraid.I remember
that day well, and now the entire emotional trauma that swished back and forth
in my mind was being relived in this dream, this vision from the past.
In my dream, I remembered my fear.I thought I was going to die that day
too.The pain seared through my legs and
my head was pounding, it felt like it was going to explode.My forehead was ready to burst out and splatter
over the pavement.Then there was some
noise, sirens coming and going.The
sounds were loud one moment and fading the next.I tasted the blood in my mouth, like I drank
rusty water.I wanted to spit it out,
but was afraid to because I would get my lovely girl dirty.I had thought she shouldn't have been there,
to see me like that, all covered in dirt and unsightly.She sat beside me holding my hand.I was frightened, but glad she was there
giving me support.
I woke from the dream with a start.Sweat was pouring off my forehead as if I had
a fever, soaking my pajamas.I was
breathing heavy, like I had been crying.I hoped my sobs didn’t wake the wife.I gently pushed the sheets away from me, and quietly slid out of
bed.Pushing my feet into my slippers I
watched my dear wife, who was lying there so sweetly beside me, like an angel
dreaming.I hoped - deep in my heart - I
hoped that I would come out of this situation too.
I decided to go back to my desk and
write.It was better to quietly pen away
in my office than to clunk around the house, possibly waking the gang, and
disrupting the schedule.A brood like
ours desperately needed that schedule to keep the sanity for us all.
I pulled out a fresh piece of paper and
started to write.The dream had opened
my eyes, and now I knew what I wanted to do - what I needed to do.All these years had gone by since that day of
the accident.The day I almost
died.First I had been in pain, and then
I healed my body.Then I was angry, and
then I just tried to forget it ever happened so I could get on with my
life.That was what I needed to do.Deep down inside I knew I had forgotten a
It wasn't all that important to me, at least
I didn't think it was until after that dream.But now I realized it needed to be finished, I needed to do this one
last thing to close the door on that day, that accident, that first time I
I started to write the letter to the man
who was driving the car that hit me that day.He had been reckless, yes.He was
charged and went to court, and fined, all of those - yes.But never in all these years had I ever
forgiven him.Now I realized I needed to
do that, as much for myself as for him.So
Dear John Smith,
I forgive you for your reckless act.I hope you have forgiven yourself too, and moved on to become a better person.
Your Victim from the car accident
After I signed the letter and addressed the
envelope, I thought to myself that I truly hoped he had become a better
person.I think I was improved and had
become stronger, and now I have the strength to face this new challenge.I felt positive all of a sudden and knew I
would talk with my wife the next day.Together
we would get through it, with love never failing to keep us together.
I turned off the light and went back to
bed.Now I was able to sleep soundly,
with a positive thought and a hope in my heart.
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I truly enjoyed these posts listed above and hope to keep reading more of these fantastic people's wonderful insights and information. They are all truly inspiring and helpful to the community of writers.
As writers, our lists usually involve publishing a piece of work, our ART. This is the year I plan to release my first novel,
“BREAKING CURSED BONDS”
It is a manuscript that has been on my writer's bucket list for a while now!
A work in progress for three years, finally I see the end of the tunnel.
Now only two more items to check off my list in 2013!
#1 Sending free copies to a few choice friends and readers asking for some final feedback, and hopefully a review or two.I have it formatted, so anyone interested, please send me an email.
#2 finalizing my cover design – currently there is a working option, but the final cover is not chosen, hoping for a few more choices.I plan to use a designer to check the final file and formatting.
With all the steps below already checked off, and the last two soon to be done, I am confident I will be releasing the novel this year.How do I feel about it? - SCARED!It is difficult to let go.
My first work has been a labor of love, and I have enjoyed the process.I have two more manuscripts in the works and hope to follow shortly with another release after “BREAKING CURSED BONDS”.I hope you will enjoy my work in the near future.
Working on my manuscript part time while working a full-time job for two years, I am now writing full time. I decided I needed to finish what I began, and give it my best effort.
I have a lot I can check off as accomplished, and that makes me feel good.
üFirst Draft Finished
üRequested Feedback & Comments from First Readers
üRevised and Added Material
üPrinted and Made Corrections
üSent Copy to an Editor
üReviewed Editor’s Report and Revised Manuscript
üRewrite & Self Edit (this actually was done in a few cycles!)
üThen it was converted to epub and mobi format to view and edit again, checking how the new material added looked.
üThen I read it aloud and made more changes to dialogue
üAgain edited and checked for straggling mistakes not caught with built in spell and grammar checks
Best of luck to you and YOUR ART! Keep Writing.
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