Last week Sharon Michaels received a call from their family doctor. He told her to hurry back to the hospital. Midnight, snow falling; she’d forgotten her glasses, wondered who would clean off the driveway since she was still mending from hip replacement surgery, and worried if she had enough gas in the tank.
Something triggered an impulse to run to Barry’s room when outside, Doctor Max Bloom stopped her and said, “Barry’s had a heart attack and there was nothing we could do to save him.” She shook her head; “You’re saying Barry’s gone,
he’s dead? and she raced past the doctor, pushed open the door where her husband lay still, his hazel eyes closed, gone forever from her life His checkered robe hung in the open closet, slippers tucked below, forlorn and shabby without Barry. Sharon used the stepstool to climb up on the bed; she needed to be closer, to caress his face and already he felt cool to her lips
This is so sad and touching with the personal little details to give it emotional impact.
Nancy, I appreciate your fine comments week after week.
The image of the robe and slippers is heartbreaking.
This comes from my own experience. Thanks, my friend.
Sad but vividly real, especially with the details you’ve layered into the scene. Very well done snippet…hugs to you, my friend!
Hi, my friend. We’ve come a long way since sad times. Thinking of you.
There is so much emotion and truth in this scene. You wrote it perfectly, my friend. Thinking of you and sending love and hugs, always. xo
Hi, dear GF. Thanks for the boost. You always lift up my spirits. BTW, I completed my Cassidy Rae story and now I’m reading and re-reading before my publisher checks it out. Hopefully, she’ll approve and soon it will be published. New title: Project Grans. Take care, dear Julie. Love, Charmaine
What a heart-breaking moment. Unreal to her right now, but unfortunately all too real.
That’s life and loss. Thanks, dear Christina. I always look forward to your comments.
Oh how horrible. This is a touching excerpt.
It’s true to life. I experienced this when my husband died. Thanks, Elaine.
Oh, no, this was what I was afraid of!
That bit about the robe and slippers… *sniff* I must have dust in my eye. *sniff*
Caitlin, please come over and we’ll have a cuppa tea.
This is so sad and touching snippet.
Karen, many thanks for your support week after week.
We saw the scene as she saw it as she cataloged how/where everything was. His closed eyes, open robe, old slippers under the bed, but we FELT the scene when she realized the slippers, forlorn and shabby, were ‘without Barry’. Well done.
WOW! what a nifty comment. I wrote this from my life, a scene I’ll never forget.
This snippet tore at my heart. So vivid, so real. That doc needs to work on his delivery of bad news. Too abrupt. Real, nevertheless.
Diane, this is almost word for word what our doctor said to me when Bud died. Shocked, devastated, I shivered and sent every out of the room so I could climb on the bed and hold him.