For Sri Starlz, Remembering Grace contest. It's when Grace Cahill is lying in her bed right before McIntyre turns up at her house and she dies. It's a songfic and her thoughts, the song is Every Mile a Memory by Dierks Bentley.
Disclaimer: I don't even own this disclaimer
Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.
Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;
Wild roses on a river bank: girl its almost like you're there
Grace sighed to herself as she looked at the map of all the places she'd been. Traced her fingers over China, followed the Nile on its course through Egypt. So many memories of great journeys. She sighed again. She was weak, now weaker than she'd ever been before. She was dying. That was why she had called McIntyre. She had to change her will.
Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
So many memories. Good and bad. She knew she was weak. But it didn't stop her from wanting to fly out to Korea and bid goodbye to Alistair Oh. Or the Holts. Even the Kabras. She knew that Isabel was most likely dancing with excitement right now. But that didn't stop her. After all they were still family. That's what the Madrigals were about after all. Family.
Red sun down, out across the western sky,
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes.
Texas stars in a purple night.
Not seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it right, no.
Her thoughts turned to Hope and Arthur. Her poor daughter. Her poor granchildren. This was why she was changing the will. Things in the Cahill family had to change. They needed to look after each other. And she believed that Dan and Amy could unite them. They just needed faith. In themselves, in their family. But she knew they could do it.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
So many bad things had happened in this family. Murder, arson, betrayal. But the Madrigals would never give up. It's never to late to change things. The family would unite. All over the world the branches would come together. China, Korea, the U.K., everywhere. Dan and Amy could do it.
Funny how no matter where I run,
Round every bend I only see,
Just how far I haven't come.
The dark thoughts swept in like a vulture diving in on it's prey. Had she done enough? What if they failed? But she calmed herself. They would not fail. They were Hope and Arthur's children. They would unite the family. Yet she couldn't help but regret that she couldn't help them anymore. 'Now, now Grace' she chided herself. You are not going to live that long. She looked back at the map. She had done well in her life. Made many good memories. She smiled, content.
Every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory;
Every mile, a memory.
She heard a knock at the door.
"Mrs Cahill?"
Ah. McIntyre.
"Come in" she called, her voice weak and raspy. She set the map aside. Dan and Amy would do well. They would make her proud.
Wow. That was suprisingly difficult to write. I love Grace :'(
I hope it was okay. R&R!