My heart pounding in my chest, I ran in to the
emergency room. Hearing voices, yell stop i ignored them and continued my eyes sought only him.
It can’t be too late, I thought. I shouldn’t have
argued with him this morning, told him I hated him simply; because he said he wasn’t
ready for more children. He’d begged me
to forgive him when I told him I was pregnant I shouldn’t have wanted him to
make it up to me. It was petty and below me. I’d seen the damage that had been
done to his car, I passed the tow truck that took it away on the way to the
hospital. He had to have survived; I couldn’t leave without him.
My eyes still sought him out even as a security
guard spoke to me, “Help you ma’am?”
“I’m looking for my husband, Daniel Trent.”
The security pulled up the information on the
computer and said “Right this way.”
I followed him to a cubicle pulled back the curtain
and there was Daniel. His head was bandaged but his blue eyes looked at me and
smiled just as I ran into his arms.
We both opened our mouths and out tumbled at the
same time, “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”
We talked of the future and of our baby. Daniel was sure it was a boy and wanted to name him Daniel Jr.
The doctor came in and said Daniel had gotten off lucky a few bruises and cuts but that he could go home. I was relieved I got my car picked up Daniel and helped into the car. Sometime on the drive home Daniel grasped his head and then his eyes rolled back. I turned the car around got him to the hospital but it was too late and Daniel died.
It's been a year now and as I look at our baby I wish I'd handled things better. Daniel was distracted and that's why he had the accident'but our son Daniel junior will always know love and know that his father loved him. I will keep Daniel's memory alive and Daniel will live on in his son. As for me I'm grateful that forone brief shining time I had Daniel in my life.
©Sheilagh Lee April 17, 2018
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