Sci Fi Story
dying words
by , 04-23-2007 at 04:15 AM (2015 Views)
In february 2001, my father succumbed to the disease which haunts my family. He suffered for years, and every opportunity that availed me I would visit. I returned home to sit beside my father as the energy that sustained him departed. There I was sitting alone with him on the eve of his death. I couldn't leave, eventhough asked. He was hungry and my mother offerred several suggestions. I finally offered the idea of fried baloney. He smiled, raised a finger and pointed it as the suggestion was the word he couldn't think of...this was my father's last meal with me (If I recall right...down south they reckon'). We sat together and enjoyed the meal in the TV room. He could no longer walk and so we ate where he was. My mother left to see some friends, so we were alone.
Eventually, he grew weary, and I took him to his bed. This was the only time I ever lifted my father, as I set him upon his bed. I looked to him, and he spoke,
"I'm afraid of this war." I looked at him perplexed and replied, "What war Dad?"
He said, "There is a war coming. I don't know if we can handle it?"
These were the last words I could ever imagine hearing. I looked at him and assured him that the American military and people could handle it. He looked to me, and slowly closed his eyes. He died within hours. I was not there, but my Mother was...I was in Madison, Wi visiting friends
I believed that at that time, the US could handle anything. It was Feb. 24th, 2001. How was I to know the depths of hatred the world would endure. I'm afraid now every day for Muslims, for soldiers, for peace. Peace that I so desire.
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