The doctor entered the room; “Sharon, it’s time to say goodbye, go home, call your sons; I know one lives in New Jersey, I think and the other lives …where?”
Tears flowed as she said, “Denmark so far away; Barry will be cremated…” Sharon choked on her words and said, “I’ll save the ashes for our younger son, Jeff, they were so close” She met his eyes, “Death is so harsh.” With that, Sharon left to wonder how she’d ever survive without him.
Skype: “Mom what’s up? you never call this early.” Jeff squinted, saw her crying and said, “Oh God, Mom, it’s Dad…he’s gone, right?”
Through tears, she told the worst news and heard her daughter-in-law, Inge, come running from somewhere in their home. Jeff felt a crack in his heart where solidity had always been; “we’ll catch the next plane out, Mom; they are lenient with…he caught his breath; a death in the family, Mom, I’ll get back to you.”
“But your dance school, who will take care of it?” “Not to worry because we have the best dancer who takes charge when I’m not here to supervise and Mom, Inge wants to talk to you.” “Mamse, what a terrible loss, know that we love you and soon we be with you,”