Epilogue
Disclaimer: These characters (with the exceptions of Catherine, Joe, Parker May, Lyle James, and any other characters not a part of the show or movies) are not mine. They belong to TNT right now I think.
Twenty Years Later
Each and every time I look at my odd little family, I feel an unexpected joy in my heart. Well, my family isn't so little. It's made up of an assorted mix of people from different backgrounds.
Growing up, I always felt like I was loved. I -was- loved. My parents never left me out. But sometimes, they forget that I remember.
I remember everything. I remember my first breath. I remember seeing Mom for the first time. I even remember seeing Dad for the first time, even though that happened about two years later. I've always been able to remember.
I remember when Dad and Mom came home with the twins that day. I remember thinking, Daddy's back! He's really back! I could tell, even before he said anything, that he remembered too. Immediately after that, I could hear the twins calling out. I answered them back, mentally, of course.
They're 20 now. It's amazing how fast life has gone by. And we're just getting started. I still talk with Gramma most of the time. Grampa's joined her. He redeemed himself in saving Dad's life by losing his own. Tommy and I don't speak much anymore. Oh, he's still there. But as I've grown older, I remind him of Mom too much. Kyle and I talk, but not too often.
Angelo lives with me now. My sweet, gentle, giant. Sometimes, Timmy comes out. But it's mostly Angelo. He keeps me company.
Paw-Paw Sydney passed on a few years ago. I sang at the funeral. Nicholas is now his only surviving biological family member. Mom and Dad took it real hard. Uncle Lyle is dying of cancer. I'm afraid for how Mom will take that one. They're really close now.
The reason I write this is that today was the family reunion. And it was a reunion, in every sense of the word. Dad was finally reunited with all of his family. The look on his face was pure joy all day long. My fiancée, Brad, agreed with me when I said that I had never seen Dad so happy for as long as I can remember (which is a pretty long time).
Parker and her husband were there. Yes, Parker is married. Such a young age. Actually, I'm an aunt. She just gave birth to a baby girl that she named Sydney. L.J. is going to be married in a couple of months. His girl is pretty nice. My other brothers and sisters came too.
Margaret, who was really getting on in years, is one of the kindest women I've ever met. She's in my old room right now. I can see where Dad got his disposition from.
The celebration today was twice as joyful, for the Centre finally had reached its end. Mom and Dad make a wonderful team.
Today had a hint of sadness for me, though. My other siblings, they don't have the gifts that I have. They are very intelligent, and some have pretender potential.
Today, I saw the end. My parents don't have long left. They will see Uncle Lyle go, and Nana Margaret. Then it's their turn. At least they'll go together. I don't know what either one of them would do if the other was lost. They've been through so much together.
It took all that I had not to tear up today. Brad noticed something wrong, but I couldn't possibly tell him what was up. He doesn't even know about my gifts, and I'd like to keep it that way. He thinks that I am an extremely skilled sign language interpreter; a fairly normal person. I love him dearly. I don't want him hurt. If he knew about me, then I would have to tell him that I know his end as well. I know all their ends. I know mine too; I won't have one for a long time. They will all be gone by then.
That is my blessing, and my curse.
--Catherine Marie Woodman
Author's Note: I decided to write this little epilogue to my breakdown story because I just thought the story needed more closure. But I think I've created a monster, for it looks like there's another fic series in this. I would like to do a fic for Catherine's life, both before and after this little entry in her journal. If any of you would be interested in reading something to that effect, please send a review telling me so. If not, then I won't waste the time. Who knows, I may do it anyway, just so I don't go insane with all this repressed creativity.
Disclaimer: These characters (with the exceptions of Catherine, Joe, Parker May, Lyle James, and any other characters not a part of the show or movies) are not mine. They belong to TNT right now I think.
Twenty Years Later
Each and every time I look at my odd little family, I feel an unexpected joy in my heart. Well, my family isn't so little. It's made up of an assorted mix of people from different backgrounds.
Growing up, I always felt like I was loved. I -was- loved. My parents never left me out. But sometimes, they forget that I remember.
I remember everything. I remember my first breath. I remember seeing Mom for the first time. I even remember seeing Dad for the first time, even though that happened about two years later. I've always been able to remember.
I remember when Dad and Mom came home with the twins that day. I remember thinking, Daddy's back! He's really back! I could tell, even before he said anything, that he remembered too. Immediately after that, I could hear the twins calling out. I answered them back, mentally, of course.
They're 20 now. It's amazing how fast life has gone by. And we're just getting started. I still talk with Gramma most of the time. Grampa's joined her. He redeemed himself in saving Dad's life by losing his own. Tommy and I don't speak much anymore. Oh, he's still there. But as I've grown older, I remind him of Mom too much. Kyle and I talk, but not too often.
Angelo lives with me now. My sweet, gentle, giant. Sometimes, Timmy comes out. But it's mostly Angelo. He keeps me company.
Paw-Paw Sydney passed on a few years ago. I sang at the funeral. Nicholas is now his only surviving biological family member. Mom and Dad took it real hard. Uncle Lyle is dying of cancer. I'm afraid for how Mom will take that one. They're really close now.
The reason I write this is that today was the family reunion. And it was a reunion, in every sense of the word. Dad was finally reunited with all of his family. The look on his face was pure joy all day long. My fiancée, Brad, agreed with me when I said that I had never seen Dad so happy for as long as I can remember (which is a pretty long time).
Parker and her husband were there. Yes, Parker is married. Such a young age. Actually, I'm an aunt. She just gave birth to a baby girl that she named Sydney. L.J. is going to be married in a couple of months. His girl is pretty nice. My other brothers and sisters came too.
Margaret, who was really getting on in years, is one of the kindest women I've ever met. She's in my old room right now. I can see where Dad got his disposition from.
The celebration today was twice as joyful, for the Centre finally had reached its end. Mom and Dad make a wonderful team.
Today had a hint of sadness for me, though. My other siblings, they don't have the gifts that I have. They are very intelligent, and some have pretender potential.
Today, I saw the end. My parents don't have long left. They will see Uncle Lyle go, and Nana Margaret. Then it's their turn. At least they'll go together. I don't know what either one of them would do if the other was lost. They've been through so much together.
It took all that I had not to tear up today. Brad noticed something wrong, but I couldn't possibly tell him what was up. He doesn't even know about my gifts, and I'd like to keep it that way. He thinks that I am an extremely skilled sign language interpreter; a fairly normal person. I love him dearly. I don't want him hurt. If he knew about me, then I would have to tell him that I know his end as well. I know all their ends. I know mine too; I won't have one for a long time. They will all be gone by then.
That is my blessing, and my curse.
--Catherine Marie Woodman
Author's Note: I decided to write this little epilogue to my breakdown story because I just thought the story needed more closure. But I think I've created a monster, for it looks like there's another fic series in this. I would like to do a fic for Catherine's life, both before and after this little entry in her journal. If any of you would be interested in reading something to that effect, please send a review telling me so. If not, then I won't waste the time. Who knows, I may do it anyway, just so I don't go insane with all this repressed creativity.