Next to me
Epilogue
I sat down in
my old, wooden chair as the three children played in my front
garden. I glanced to my left, at the unoccupied seat next to me.
I sighed, remembering the good-old-days when my husband and I
would sit in the garden and watch our children play. It was hard
to believe I was now watching
my grandchildren play. Life just flew
by.
It seemed like it was only
yesterday that I was twenty-five and was getting
married.
The sun was setting, and the cool, summer breeze blew my
grand-daughter's golden hair away from her face.
I reflected my life so far, as I did every now and again.
Eighty-eight years is a long time, but it doesn't be long
flying by.
Dylan and I had gone to America for a year when we were eighteen.
It was only meant to be him going, but we couldn't stand to
be without eachother for so long. Jake didn't mind that he
didn't go after about three months in college, as he had
fallen madly in love with a girl called Ally. They had gotten
married a year later.
I'd gotten married to my first real love,
Dylan - I no longer counted what I had with Aidan as love because
what I had with Dylan was so much stronger.
Together, we'd had three children. Two boys and then a girl.
Our eldest son - who looked exactly like my father - had had
three children, two girls and a boy, who were always at my house
playing in the garden. Our other son looked like Dylan, and our
daughter looked like me.
I missed Dylan. When he died, I was so angry and heartbroken.
I've begun to accept it, though. I'll be with him again
one day, but, for now, he was happy. He was up in Heaven with
Jake and my parents and his parents and Andy and his sister.
I'm the last one left. Everyone else died.
I began to look forward to death two years after Dylan died.
Three years later, and I still look forward to it.
I'll get to see Dad. I'll be reunited with everyone. I
think it will be quite nice actually.
Death is inevitable, so why fear it? I welcome it with open
arms.
"Grandma, if you were so heartbroken without Granpa, then
how do you live? I thought people couldn't live without their
true love," my grand-daughter had asked me one day.
"I'll give you some advice, Nicola," I had replied,
"And you should follow it. I belive that, one day, I'll
be up in Heaven with my Dylan. But, it won't just be Dylan up
there. My parents and brother and best friend, Jake, are up there
too, waiting for me. I get up every morning and live because I
know that some time soon, I'll be back with everyone I love,
Of course, all of you will be down here still, but, one day, you
and I will be reunited too."
"But, don't you miss Grandpa?" she had asked.
"Yes, I do," I had answered, smiling at her. "But,
you see, he never truly left me. Neither did anyone else. You
see, my Dylan, your Grandpa, is with me. He's always with me,
always protecting me. I know he's there, watching out for me.
I know that he always will be there,
next to me. "
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IT'S FINISHED!
Incase you didn't understand the ending, she's now an old
lady sitting in a chair in her garden watching her grandchildren
play. Beside her is the chair Dylan used to sit in, but he
doesn't anymore because he died.
five years earlier :'(
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I got bored of this story so just ended it pretty quickly, I
know.
I'm taking a break from Witty for a while because I'm
working on my next story Movie Star.
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