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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston 
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Suzy watched the trees pass outside the car window. She really wasn’t noticing the direction they were taking her and wasn’t really sure of the location. All she knew was that she wished she were anywhere, but here. The last week had passed in a blur. Everyone was so caught up in their grief that they hadn’t really paid much attention to her. Leaving her to face her fears alone. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen to her now. Mom was her everything. They had been more of best friends then mother and daughter spending all of their time together. Suzy was so much like her that people often commented on the similarities. She had heard it too many times over the last few days. You look so much like her they would say. Suzy had a feeling it would be the one phrase that would haunt her. She felt a hand reach out to touch her and she jumped, realizing that they had reached the cemetery. People were already standing around the grave site and she felt all of their eyes on her as she stepped out of the car. She couldn’t bring herself to look at them knowing all she would see was pity. The service was short. She couldn’t remember anything the preacher had said during the service. Focusing instead on her cue to step forward and place a single white rose on her mother’s coffin. Suzy had already said her good-byes the night her mother had died in the hospital. She had kissed her still warm cheek wanting only to remember the calm peaceful look on her face. She had felt a strength come over her that night, or maybe it was just the realization of how alone she was in this world. Either way, she was alone. The rest of the day dragged by, countless people stopping by the house to offer their condolences. Funny, she hadn’t realized how popular her mother was. Where were all these people when she was alive? The last year of her mother’s life there had been few visitors to the house, and since her mother’s stroke they hadn’t gone visiting much. Finally the house grew quiet, too quiet. Suzy heard her best friend Lisa in the kitchen cleaning up the last of the plates used for the countless casseroles that had been brought today. Suzy stepped out onto the front porch, welcoming the chill in the air. It seemed to clear her senses. She had prayed for this moment, when everyone would be gone and she could find a few moments of peace. She tried to think of a plan being only 16 years old had great disadvantages. I know what to do she thought.. I’ll just ask mom..… the thought trailed off in her mind and she suddenly realized how alone she was. There was her brother of course, but at 22 years old he wasn't much more stable then she was. He had already started his life in the Marine Corps and been gone from home 4 years already. Would he want or even be able to take on the raising of a 16 year old girl. Oh mama.. why now? There were only a few more years until Suzy could have taken care of herself. Her mother had been told she should have the surgery when Suzy was just 7 years old. A quadruple bypass, but the doctor's had only given her 5-10% chance of living through it and being the stubborn woman that she was she had told them how she felt about the odds on that in no uncertain terms. I have babies she had said, and maybe another 10 good years left. Why would I let you shorten my time with them for only 5 to 10 percent chances? Well she had been right, she had made it about 10 years. Suzy's mother had been a nurse for 18 years. She was stubborn and opinionated. She had fought the odds for years. Getting so frustrated by the decline in her health. It's hard to be so independant and then suddenly in the matter of a few minutes have to learn to depend on someone else. She hadn't let anyone see her frustration, but Suzy. Leaning on the young strength of her 16 year old daughter. Suzy heard the front door squeek open behind her and Lisa stepped out onto the porch. She could feel her friends eyes on her face, searching for some resemblence of the friend she had gotten so close to in just a few months. Lisa had been such a God send to Suzy. Both of Lisa's parents were ministers. Lisa lent a touch of religion that Suzy had never known in her life. It isn't true what people say about the daughter of a minister. It's not the daughter that should be watched, its the daughter's friends. Lisa's mother had often commented that Lisa and Suzy were complete opposites. Lisa, blonde hair and blue eyes in contrast to Suzy's dark hair and dark eyes and those weren't the only contrasts. Suzy had a lot of respect for Lisa, it wasn't many 16 year old girls who would stand beside their friend through the things that had occured in the past week. Suzy remembered vaguely the night her mother died, lying in her bed crying. Each time she realized that her mother was gone the tears would flow again. Lisa was right there through it all, wiping the tears and comforting her friend. To be continued: [This message has been edited by Lucie (edited 11-02-1999).] [This message has been edited by Lucie (edited 11-02-1999).] |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Lucie...this is wonderful...I could feel the breeze that Suzy stood in and the chill in the air!! BRAVO.... Jenny  BTW...I so love the way you write Prose |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
Thanks Jenny... shhh.. don't tell anyone.. this was autobiographical.. Its the whole therapy in your poetry thing again. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Lucie - If this is self therapy, you're doing a pretty good job of it. This one had to be pretty difficult for you to write.. I'm really happy to see that you've done it so well.. |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
I am sorry that this happened to you Lucie. You have written this beautifully. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Amazing Luce! I am very happey to see you crawling from the depths, (and with such style I might add!) |
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