i wrote this a while ago to help get rid of some pain. although it is fiction it's close to something sad that happened in my life and i'm feeling a little down so i thought i'd post it.
SHE FELL ASLEEP
He knelt down by the grave, placing his hand on the headstone and running his fingers down the words. Every word hurt. The pain was unbearable. He could feel the tears starting again. He'd already cried all the way here.
He took the cloth out of his pocket and cleaned the stone, taking particular care over the name. Making sure the gold letters shone in the sunlight. She liked the sunlight, he remembered. She called it beautiful. He smiled as he remembered happier times.
Her smile flashed into his mind. That beautiful smile that made her whole face light up. He put his head in his hands and sobbed. When was this going to get better. He would never forget her, but it had to get easier soon. Please god, if your up there help me, take the pain away. He raised his eyes to heaven hoping for a sign. When nothing came he turned his attention back to the grave.
He took the old flowers from the pot and lay them down. He emptied out the old water onto the grave and refilled the pot from the watering can beside him. Each act filled with so much love and care. He carefully took the new flowers from their wrapping and put them in the pot. Fiddling with them until, to him, they looked perfect.
Red roses for love. She deserved no less. He always brought red roses.
He touched one of the buds. For some reason it made him feel closer to her. Like she was there with him. Holding his hand like she used to, grasping him tightly. Frightened of loosing him.
A huge sob emitted from his throat. God, he wasnt coping. He needed her with him now. How was he going to manage for the rest of his life without her.
He remembered her loving their tickling sessions and chasing around the house. He remembered her cuddling up to him on the sofa and how it felt like heaven. Heaven, that reminded him of god, who had her. It wasnt fair. What had he done wrong. She couldnt have done anything wrong, she was too perfect, it must have been him.
He ran his fingers along the name. This also made him feel closer to her somehow. He didnt know how, or why, it just did.
After a while of kneeling there the numbness in his brain subsided. He remembered the woman next to him. He looked at her and smiled. She was feeling the pain as much as him. Maybe more. She smiled back, tears streaming down her face. He took her hand and they stood up. He hugged her close, wanting to take her pain away.
He took one last look at the grave.
Goodbye my angel.
He turned away and they slowly walked across the graveyard, holding onto each other for support.
Jenny Rose Townsend
Born 18th January 1992
Died 31st May 1996
She fell asleep
SHE FELL ASLEEP
He knelt down by the grave, placing his hand on the headstone and running his fingers down the words. Every word hurt. The pain was unbearable. He could feel the tears starting again. He'd already cried all the way here.
He took the cloth out of his pocket and cleaned the stone, taking particular care over the name. Making sure the gold letters shone in the sunlight. She liked the sunlight, he remembered. She called it beautiful. He smiled as he remembered happier times.
Her smile flashed into his mind. That beautiful smile that made her whole face light up. He put his head in his hands and sobbed. When was this going to get better. He would never forget her, but it had to get easier soon. Please god, if your up there help me, take the pain away. He raised his eyes to heaven hoping for a sign. When nothing came he turned his attention back to the grave.
He took the old flowers from the pot and lay them down. He emptied out the old water onto the grave and refilled the pot from the watering can beside him. Each act filled with so much love and care. He carefully took the new flowers from their wrapping and put them in the pot. Fiddling with them until, to him, they looked perfect.
Red roses for love. She deserved no less. He always brought red roses.
He touched one of the buds. For some reason it made him feel closer to her. Like she was there with him. Holding his hand like she used to, grasping him tightly. Frightened of loosing him.
A huge sob emitted from his throat. God, he wasnt coping. He needed her with him now. How was he going to manage for the rest of his life without her.
He remembered her loving their tickling sessions and chasing around the house. He remembered her cuddling up to him on the sofa and how it felt like heaven. Heaven, that reminded him of god, who had her. It wasnt fair. What had he done wrong. She couldnt have done anything wrong, she was too perfect, it must have been him.
He ran his fingers along the name. This also made him feel closer to her somehow. He didnt know how, or why, it just did.
After a while of kneeling there the numbness in his brain subsided. He remembered the woman next to him. He looked at her and smiled. She was feeling the pain as much as him. Maybe more. She smiled back, tears streaming down her face. He took her hand and they stood up. He hugged her close, wanting to take her pain away.
He took one last look at the grave.
Goodbye my angel.
He turned away and they slowly walked across the graveyard, holding onto each other for support.
Jenny Rose Townsend
Born 18th January 1992
Died 31st May 1996
She fell asleep
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deathbyopus:
you doing ok trouble?
joenobody:
thanx, yea i'm breathing clearly now. a little bit of leftover phlegm...but i'm mostly cleared up.