- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
He was numb, then. A week had gone by – yet dazed and shocked he had hoped it all to be a horrible dream – repressing the scream of pain and anguish.
The urn was delivered at four in the afternoon. It was tea-time – biscuits on her favourite plate. “Darling, you need to fix the grater.” Grated: his life. The waves crashing brought him back to where he stood at the beach empty and desolate.
He clasped the golden urn: Memories too deep for tears flooding before him. He remembered all: Introduced by an acquaintance – how many – forty years back.
His GriefThe theatre at Broadway Wedding at the Bell-Air in June. The hunt for the school (For Matt and Beth) And how they once forgot to pick up Matt from school – the biggest fight they fought.
All flashed before him What arrested and haunted him: the diagnosis the care the frustration, the fights in despair the refusal to accept the resignation in the visitor’s lounge his son and daughter witnessed.
She knew he pretended to be strong before her: but after her? Sure, Matt and Beth would be there. But he would never be the same. A vain attempt to come to grips with the situation for the other. as the dreaded day drew nearer.
The final arrangements were done for the funeral. The funeral flowers; the sympathy flowers: the smell of death.
Amidst all the grief, and religious belief; he set his heart on that final wish that she believed would be a fresh start.
“Scatter me on the beach right before our home. That way you can be sure I will never leave you all alone.”