Serious
The hospital is silent, noises of the emergency room gone along with the screams of soon-to-be mothers. It all dissolves, disappearing into silence, I don't even hear my grandson trying vainly to sway my attention from her.
My Sammy, my juvenile delinquent, my love, and my life. My everything, gone, never coming back. I feel my body slump back into the plastic visitors chair, but I ignore the pain in my bones, they're old now, pain is a constant.
She's gone, and she's never ever coming back.
My phone rings, I try to ignore it as I did my kin, but it is too insistent.
"Hello?" My voice croaks, I sound like I have a hangover.
"Hey, Alex told me what happened, was it as sudden as he made it sound?" Freddie, calling from his upscale house in Boston. His voice reminds me of years gone by, days spent in a third floor loft with him and her. My memories threaten to force more tears to fall from my eyes, I fight the urge to break down again. I should really try to be strong for my kids, and their kids, and did Alex say that his wife was pregnant?
"I went to sleep, she was fine. I woke up and she didn't, simple as that," I answer Freddie before saying good-bye, I don't much feel like talking anymore.
The hospital is silent, devoid of all sound and seemingly empty, except for the room where she currently resides:
The morgue.