Thursday, December 22, 2011
Just Curious..
I wrote this little short story tonight and i would like to know what everyone's opinions on it are. Its a bit sad but its what came out when i decided to write for the first time in a long times. enjoy. :)
Her foot hit the cracked concrete and she knew that this would be the hardest day of her life. She numbly closed the car door behind her and walked through the pouring rain, not a thought in mind for her body was taking every ounce of anything it had just to keep on going, to keep up the courage it would take to walk through those two metal doors. The doors that once seemed like nothing but doors now felt like prison bars. She knew even when she walked out of them her soul, her hope, and her happiness would be forever locked inside this hospital. The rain was in a downpour as was her life. She was about to lose the one solid rock she had to stand on, her rhythm of life, her superman. He had been in a coma for 4 months and 5 days.. it wasn’t until the second month that she stopped counting by the minutes. Now more than ever she missed the little things about him, the little everyday things that the rest of the world was carrying on taking for granted. Like the way he belted out songs while he showered, or how he spent hours working on puzzles because he never left anything unfinished. She was losing her superman, but today she had had to pull it together, change out of his t shirts and do the right thing for him; today she had to be his superwoman. She sat down hand in hand with the love of her life for the last time, first it was a teardrop then another and then it rained. Her body shook, her lungs gasped, her heart tore itself open, and the little light in her soul finally gave up. She wasn’t thinking about the scene she was making or even the fact that there were other people in the hospital, nothing mattered to her now. Nothing but the last few moments she had with her husband. The doctors came in and the words they spoke were muffled and dark. They went over the procedure with her and they started what was to be the death of the man she loved. She thought about slipping out, about leaving and finding herself in the bottom the bottle of wine they were saving for their 5th anniversary. But she stayed. She laid her mascara smeared face next to his and curled up next to him the way they always had when it was time to go to bed. Placing her hand over his heart she felt alive for just a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and pictured them in their bed for if they were just in bed then he was just sleeping and he would eventually wake up. She awoke back to reality and she kissed his lips, she kissed his lips and told him how proud she was of him for being such a warrior and fighting for so hard for so long. She told him she loved him. They pulled him of his life support and the beating of his heart slowly but surely stopped. For a split second as she felt his heart stop and his chest fall she felt that she may truly die then too. He was gone. She stepped back out into the rain and into a world that was now dark and unfamiliar.
Her foot hit the cracked concrete and she knew that this would be the hardest day of her life. She numbly closed the car door behind her and walked through the pouring rain, not a thought in mind for her body was taking every ounce of anything it had just to keep on going, to keep up the courage it would take to walk through those two metal doors. The doors that once seemed like nothing but doors now felt like prison bars. She knew even when she walked out of them her soul, her hope, and her happiness would be forever locked inside this hospital. The rain was in a downpour as was her life. She was about to lose the one solid rock she had to stand on, her rhythm of life, her superman. He had been in a coma for 4 months and 5 days.. it wasn’t until the second month that she stopped counting by the minutes. Now more than ever she missed the little things about him, the little everyday things that the rest of the world was carrying on taking for granted. Like the way he belted out songs while he showered, or how he spent hours working on puzzles because he never left anything unfinished. She was losing her superman, but today she had had to pull it together, change out of his t shirts and do the right thing for him; today she had to be his superwoman. She sat down hand in hand with the love of her life for the last time, first it was a teardrop then another and then it rained. Her body shook, her lungs gasped, her heart tore itself open, and the little light in her soul finally gave up. She wasn’t thinking about the scene she was making or even the fact that there were other people in the hospital, nothing mattered to her now. Nothing but the last few moments she had with her husband. The doctors came in and the words they spoke were muffled and dark. They went over the procedure with her and they started what was to be the death of the man she loved. She thought about slipping out, about leaving and finding herself in the bottom the bottle of wine they were saving for their 5th anniversary. But she stayed. She laid her mascara smeared face next to his and curled up next to him the way they always had when it was time to go to bed. Placing her hand over his heart she felt alive for just a moment, she squeezed her eyes shut and pictured them in their bed for if they were just in bed then he was just sleeping and he would eventually wake up. She awoke back to reality and she kissed his lips, she kissed his lips and told him how proud she was of him for being such a warrior and fighting for so hard for so long. She told him she loved him. They pulled him of his life support and the beating of his heart slowly but surely stopped. For a split second as she felt his heart stop and his chest fall she felt that she may truly die then too. He was gone. She stepped back out into the rain and into a world that was now dark and unfamiliar.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Baptisms.
John Michael and Kierstin got baptized yesterday! It was such an awesome experience to see our kids accept and make that promise to god openly and wholeheartedly. They have grown up knowing about god but not really steadily learning about him and his teachings, when Chad and I started going to church we made it just as much about the kids as we did ourselves. All of them have grasped on to the teachings and have been amazing about praying and being excited about church. We are really so blessed to have kids with such big pure hearts! Its amazing how you learn things about who they are and what is in their hearts when they pray, its one of my favorite things ever. I can't even start to explain how incredible it was to watch Chad Baptize our kids as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Having a husband that holds and is worthy of the Priesthood has been an incredible things. Being a member of the church and committing himself to something greater has made such a huge difference in him which in turn has made a huge difference in all of us. I couldn't be prouder of him then i am now, he is the father, the example and the leader that we all need and deserve. Our life 's may not be perfect and we may not have all of the riches of the world, but we have the gospel and we have our family and that my friends is all anyone really needs to be truly rich and truly joyful.
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