this is a short story i wrote for my creative writing class, enjoy.
A Life Time in Heaven
In memory of Golda Criddle Parrish
December 22, 1919 - February 15, 2010
"Time of death, 12:31 pm"
Her eyes slowly open from the constant beeping of the heart monitor inches away from her bed. On multiple occasions she'd been likened to a cat. She had nine lives, quite literally. Her frail bony hands lye across her abdomen as the morphine sets in. Sagging skin upon her face relaxes as she sets into a deep dream.
Maelie Asa Price elegantly sits with her pale skin resting upon her small hands. Skin glistening as though an angel, her blue eyes transfixed upon a book of study. She rests contemplating her life. Clothes nicely ironed, her brown locks neatly curled, food on the table. Who would ever guess this was a depression. Life was good to her. Life was fair. Life was whole.
At an age of 24, Bernard Alfred Carter packs. Upon closing his suit case, his skinny hands shake as he gently places a photograph of his lover and him on the Ferris wheel at the state carnival upon his possessions. Deployment to Vietnam. His mother and siblings with their ragged clothes, toe-head blond hair, dirty faces and watered eyes, stand on the front porch of their humble home and wave good bye, in hope to meet again. Smelling the crisp cool air of the morning, with grass of dew, he sets off in his buggy unsure of the future. Before his departure he stops by the eloquent home of Maelie. Hearts pound as they hold each other close, the blue eyed tears were enough to wet a dry barren desert. Bernard remarks, "It will be alright, I promise." Gently kisses his lover's lips, then departs without a word.
Waking up again to the smell of mashed potatoes and green jello, her children in the room conversing one with another, she opens her eyes to see her grandchildren at her side. Grasping her hand, their tears wet her bed. Gently, a smile forms vaguely across her face. She slowly fades out, dreaming again.
Sweat droplets running down her face. Long deep breaths. Suddenly the sound of crying fills the room. "We'll name her Darla." Maelie says taking a sigh of relief. Married for seven years now, Bernard and Maelie Carter sit rocking their new born child in their arms, lulling her to sleep. Following this beautiful baby girl, came six more children. Three girls, four boys.
The dream continues.
1985. Tears flood. Grandchildren in arms, Bernard lays the last rose upon the casket. "Who would have ever imagined we'd outlive our child?" Bernard remarks. Maelie whispers over and over again as the limo ride departs back to the service, "Oh my Darla."
Awaking once more, a tear forms in her eye. Her youngest child watches his mother mouth "Bernard" multiple times, as though in a trance. Her heart monitor begins to fade out minute by minute.
Rain beats against the window, the constant ringing of the old wooden clock resounds. She holds Bernard's hand with all her might, shaking with tears in her eyes. Their children fill the room. He had survived his cancer for 6 years now. Gently she leans down to kiss his forehead, whispering in her ear he says, "It will be alright, I promise." A wave of calmness fills the room as Bernard takes his last breath and slips away peacefully.
Alone, in a dark room of dreams, Maelie recalls all 15 years without her sweetheart. Though, never seeming that long. Thriving on the love of her family, enjoying deep meaningful conversation with her children, sharing stories with her grandchildren and giving her famous bear hugs to great-grandchildren was enough to keep her alive this long.
Her oxygen now removed, six children now became seven, joined by Darla. The veil between heaven and earth now thin. The room becomes a blur, as though special effects in a movie, a flash of light strikes, Maelie Asa Price Carter, slips away.
Where am I? Looking around, she sees Bernard appear next to her. Jokingly, he whispers in her ear, "I told you it would be alright." "What a life time in heaven." Maelie says leaning her head upon Bernard's shoulder as they watch the sunset from the top of the Ferris wheel.
"Time of death, 12:31 pm"