I want to go
back. ♥
She lay weak and still in the hospital bed. It broke my heart
seeing her in pain, and knowing this may be the last few hours I
will spend with Aaralyn, my wife of sixty years. Wow, sixty..
saying it to myself really makes it seem long, even though in
reality our time together went by as fast as a speeding bullet.
“J..J..Jayce..? Is that you?”
She said in a sleepy crackling voice. She has just woken up.
“Yes sweetie, it’s me. How are you feeling?” I
asked her, in a sad but comforting tone. I knew the answer
wasn’t going to be good. The doctors are giving her 17 hours
tops, left of her precious life. Or no, our precious life.
“I’m..not fine. Could be better, ya know?” I
always loved the way she says ‘ya know’ with that sweet
southern tang, from the first moment we met. It made her.. her.
“Yeah, I know doll, I know.” I gave a half smile, just
thinking of all the times we’ve had together. Great times,
times worth taking up my memory.
“Jayce, I want to go back. I want to go back to when you were
17 and I was 16. I want to go back to that night at the beach. I
want to go back.” Her saying this made my emotions go wild.
It made me remember every moment we’ve ever had together,
like the first second we met.