(Yep this is it; the final chapter of my story. I want to
that all who have pushed me to keep updating this, and for
all my loyal readers and reviewers. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
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(Christmas Eve: Rabb House)
(Harm Sr. POV)
Lil Harm-well I guess I can't him that anymore, but Harm came home from the hospital earlier today, and ever since then, he has been driving Mac, Trish, and Mom [That being Grandma Sarah] up the wall. He insisted that he help with the dinner preparations, and they keep driving him out of the kitchen. He finally settled down the family room about an hour ago holding Luke. I watched from the door, as my son sang softly to Luke when he started to get fussy. I could feel the tears start to form, but I quickly brushed them away, and walked away.
I've dealt with my ghosts And I've faced all my demons Finally content With the past I regret
I moved towards the kitchen and heard Trish, Mom and Mac laughing about some joke, while they were preparing dinner. I couldn't even begin to describe how good everything smelled in there. Not wanting to intrude, I walked on and peeked into the living room where Sergei and Lauren were looking over some baby books.
It was still hard to believe that I had another son. I spent years in that Russian prison thinking about little-no Harm, and I didn't even know that Nina was pregnant with my son. While it is still to risky to return to Russia, Agent Webb promised to help me get back there one day to see her. I love Trish with all my heart, but I couldn't deny that I had some feelings towards Nina. She helped me through some trying times in my life.
I've found you find strength In your moments of weakness For once I'm at peace with myself I've been burdened with blame Trapped in the past for to long I'm moving on
In the dining room, Josh was setting the table for the big dinner, that was still hours away. Josh and I hadn't really talked much, but in a way I guess I could relate to him. My father was shot down in WW2 before I was even born. I know what it means to lose a father, and I guess that's why Josh and Harm got a long so well. They both lost a father. I know it isn't fair to Josh that I came back and his father didn't, and I know that's why he feel's a little awkward towards me.
I've lived in this place And I know all the faces Each one is different But their always the same They mean me no harm But it's time that I face it They'll never allow me to change But I never dreamed home Would end up where I don't belong
He was listening to his CD player, an interesting piece of equipment that he let me look at yesterday. The music was turned up loud, but he didn't seem to mind. How could anyone stand to listen to the type of music that he listens to? In one of the brief moments that we had alone, he explained to me how his CD player works, and the different types of music that he listens to. It didn't appeal to me at all, but then again, everyone has their own tastes, I guess.
I wandered aimlessly around the house, just getting familiar with my son's house. In Russia I always dreamed about returning home to my wife and son. My biggest fear was that my son would remember me. That he would grow up calling someone else dad, and that my wife wouldn't have told him about me, that she too would forget me. Now standing here on my son's porch, I have realized that I couldn't have been more wrong. I almost cried when Harm told me that he had joined the Navy and became an aviator, then became a lawyer. I almost smacked him when he confessed that he went to Vietnam when he was sixteen to look for me. And then when he and Mac came to Russia looking for me, and almost getting killed when their MIG was shot down. We both laughed and cried a lot that day. Both for times lost and times to come.
I'm moving on And last I can see Life has been patiently waiting for me And I know There are no guarantees But I'm not alone
I watch my family through the window; they are all gathered in the kitchen now, with the exception of Josh, helping with dinner. They are all talking and laughing, like none of the past few months have even happened. Soon the door opens and Josh smiles as he sits down on the porch swing. He is still listening to his CD player, and has the music turned up loud. I sit down next to him, and think about the conversation I had with Harm that day in the hospital.
I had been so afraid that Harm would hate me, or even worse not remember me. But I laugh as I think that, my boy has been surprising me since day one. Not only did he not hate me, but he remembered me. We talked about old times, and laughed at some of the things that he did. Soon Josh wandered back into the house, as Harm came outside. He sat down next to me, and exhaled deeply, taking in the chilled winter air. Suddenly Harm jumped in his seat, like he had been kicked in the six or something.
There comes a time In everyone's life That all you can see are the years passing by And I have made up my mind That those days are gone
"What's wrong Harm," I asked worriedly. He had only gotten out of the hospital a few days ago, and while the doctor had given him a clean bill of health, I was still worried.
"Nothing, I'll be right back. Just stay here a minute," he said hurrying inside.
A few minutes latter he reappeared and tossed me a heavy jacket, while putting on his flying jacket.
"Come on, we don't have much time," he said running to the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked following him to the car.
He only gave me a patient smile and shook his head.
"You'll see," was the only thing he said.
After an hour of driving in silence, we finally turned off the highway and on to a road that I wasn't familiar with.
"Dad, I need you to close your eyes for me," he said keeping his eyes on the road.
"Harm, what's going on?"
"Do you trust me Dad?"
I turned and faced him like he had lost his mind.
"Of course I trust you son, but I want to know what's going on."
"It's a surprise. I need you to close your eyes, we're almost there. Please," he said turning on another unfamiliar road, but slowing down a good bit. I sighed and closed my eyes, and could almost hear him smiling.
Another ten minutes or so of driving, the car finally came to a stop. Harm told me stay were I was as he got of the car. I could hear him talking with someone, but didn't recognize the voice. He opened my door, and told me to keep my eyes close as he helped me out of the car.
After walking a few yards, we suddenly came to stop, and he told me I could open my eyes. My mouth dropped open at the sight in front of me. It was a yellow bi-plane. I slowly walked around the plane drinking in everything in front of me. From the U.S Navy lettering, and how well restored this plane looked. It was beautiful. But I was confused as to why we were here in the first place.
"You don't remember do you?" Harm whispered.
"Is this plane yours?"
"It's ours, Dad."
As the implication sunk in, I remembered when Harm was younger; we started restoring a bi-plane. Could this be it?
"You-" but I could finish.
"After my crash, I spent a lot of time at the farm. Grandma kept an old Army tarp over it, and I started restoring her. I named the plane after Grandma Sarah."
As I ran my hand over the red lettering, I couldn't help being choked up at what he did.
"Are you ready?"
I looked back at him in confusion.
He tossed me a pair of goggles, and a hat.
"We have a few hours until dinner; I think we have time for a quick ride, if you're game."
At that moment I couldn't have loved my son anymore then I already have.
"I'm game."
I couldn't even to begin to describe the feeling of flying with my son. I always dreamed about teaching him out to fly, and now being here with him now, it was like a dream come true.
When Harm handed over the stick to me, I could feel my heart soar. I couldn't help but shed a few tears as I heard Harm laugh. Six weeks ago, if someone told me that at this very moment, I would be in a plane flying with my son, I would have called them crazy, not to mention cruel. Mom always told me to believe in miracles, and now sitting here with my son, after thirty some odd years, I really truly do.
I've loved like I should And lived like I shouldn't I had to lose everything to find out Maybe forgiveness will find me Somewhere down this road I'm moving on I'm moving on I'm moving on.
END
(I fought a lot, when decided to do this final chapter. How far do I take it? Whose POV do I write it in? I was originally going to write in the dinner seen, but at the last minute decided not to. I think as to make it up to the readers for not writing in the seen with Harm and his Dad, I wrote this from Harm Sr. POV. I was going to switch about midway, but I really wanted this seen to be taken from an outsider's POV, so I could capture all of the characters from someone who didn't know them really well.
I had Josh listening to his CD player a lot, because I do that a lot to. And some of the songs that I listen to, I can relate to real life. So the songs that I picked out for Josh to be listening to, related to what was going on around him. I hope everyone to the time to read through the songs, because they really hit home with him in some of the chapters. This song has been nagging at me, so I finally decided to put it in, but I left out one part, because that part didn't fit into the story.
With the plane, it really didn't dawn on me until I was about to finish the whole thing up. I realized that I didn't mention it in the conversations that Harm and his Dad had, so I thought the best way to add that in was for Harm to show his Dad what he did. I really didn't remember any of the planes detail, so I had just to wing it. =) (I know corny joke.)
I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it. Now didn't I tell you this would be a different from any story that I have ever written? It was more like a combination of them all. And I want to thank you all again for taking the time to read and review my story.)
(Christmas Eve: Rabb House)
(Harm Sr. POV)
Lil Harm-well I guess I can't him that anymore, but Harm came home from the hospital earlier today, and ever since then, he has been driving Mac, Trish, and Mom [That being Grandma Sarah] up the wall. He insisted that he help with the dinner preparations, and they keep driving him out of the kitchen. He finally settled down the family room about an hour ago holding Luke. I watched from the door, as my son sang softly to Luke when he started to get fussy. I could feel the tears start to form, but I quickly brushed them away, and walked away.
I've dealt with my ghosts And I've faced all my demons Finally content With the past I regret
I moved towards the kitchen and heard Trish, Mom and Mac laughing about some joke, while they were preparing dinner. I couldn't even begin to describe how good everything smelled in there. Not wanting to intrude, I walked on and peeked into the living room where Sergei and Lauren were looking over some baby books.
It was still hard to believe that I had another son. I spent years in that Russian prison thinking about little-no Harm, and I didn't even know that Nina was pregnant with my son. While it is still to risky to return to Russia, Agent Webb promised to help me get back there one day to see her. I love Trish with all my heart, but I couldn't deny that I had some feelings towards Nina. She helped me through some trying times in my life.
I've found you find strength In your moments of weakness For once I'm at peace with myself I've been burdened with blame Trapped in the past for to long I'm moving on
In the dining room, Josh was setting the table for the big dinner, that was still hours away. Josh and I hadn't really talked much, but in a way I guess I could relate to him. My father was shot down in WW2 before I was even born. I know what it means to lose a father, and I guess that's why Josh and Harm got a long so well. They both lost a father. I know it isn't fair to Josh that I came back and his father didn't, and I know that's why he feel's a little awkward towards me.
I've lived in this place And I know all the faces Each one is different But their always the same They mean me no harm But it's time that I face it They'll never allow me to change But I never dreamed home Would end up where I don't belong
He was listening to his CD player, an interesting piece of equipment that he let me look at yesterday. The music was turned up loud, but he didn't seem to mind. How could anyone stand to listen to the type of music that he listens to? In one of the brief moments that we had alone, he explained to me how his CD player works, and the different types of music that he listens to. It didn't appeal to me at all, but then again, everyone has their own tastes, I guess.
I wandered aimlessly around the house, just getting familiar with my son's house. In Russia I always dreamed about returning home to my wife and son. My biggest fear was that my son would remember me. That he would grow up calling someone else dad, and that my wife wouldn't have told him about me, that she too would forget me. Now standing here on my son's porch, I have realized that I couldn't have been more wrong. I almost cried when Harm told me that he had joined the Navy and became an aviator, then became a lawyer. I almost smacked him when he confessed that he went to Vietnam when he was sixteen to look for me. And then when he and Mac came to Russia looking for me, and almost getting killed when their MIG was shot down. We both laughed and cried a lot that day. Both for times lost and times to come.
I'm moving on And last I can see Life has been patiently waiting for me And I know There are no guarantees But I'm not alone
I watch my family through the window; they are all gathered in the kitchen now, with the exception of Josh, helping with dinner. They are all talking and laughing, like none of the past few months have even happened. Soon the door opens and Josh smiles as he sits down on the porch swing. He is still listening to his CD player, and has the music turned up loud. I sit down next to him, and think about the conversation I had with Harm that day in the hospital.
I had been so afraid that Harm would hate me, or even worse not remember me. But I laugh as I think that, my boy has been surprising me since day one. Not only did he not hate me, but he remembered me. We talked about old times, and laughed at some of the things that he did. Soon Josh wandered back into the house, as Harm came outside. He sat down next to me, and exhaled deeply, taking in the chilled winter air. Suddenly Harm jumped in his seat, like he had been kicked in the six or something.
There comes a time In everyone's life That all you can see are the years passing by And I have made up my mind That those days are gone
"What's wrong Harm," I asked worriedly. He had only gotten out of the hospital a few days ago, and while the doctor had given him a clean bill of health, I was still worried.
"Nothing, I'll be right back. Just stay here a minute," he said hurrying inside.
A few minutes latter he reappeared and tossed me a heavy jacket, while putting on his flying jacket.
"Come on, we don't have much time," he said running to the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked following him to the car.
He only gave me a patient smile and shook his head.
"You'll see," was the only thing he said.
After an hour of driving in silence, we finally turned off the highway and on to a road that I wasn't familiar with.
"Dad, I need you to close your eyes for me," he said keeping his eyes on the road.
"Harm, what's going on?"
"Do you trust me Dad?"
I turned and faced him like he had lost his mind.
"Of course I trust you son, but I want to know what's going on."
"It's a surprise. I need you to close your eyes, we're almost there. Please," he said turning on another unfamiliar road, but slowing down a good bit. I sighed and closed my eyes, and could almost hear him smiling.
Another ten minutes or so of driving, the car finally came to a stop. Harm told me stay were I was as he got of the car. I could hear him talking with someone, but didn't recognize the voice. He opened my door, and told me to keep my eyes close as he helped me out of the car.
After walking a few yards, we suddenly came to stop, and he told me I could open my eyes. My mouth dropped open at the sight in front of me. It was a yellow bi-plane. I slowly walked around the plane drinking in everything in front of me. From the U.S Navy lettering, and how well restored this plane looked. It was beautiful. But I was confused as to why we were here in the first place.
"You don't remember do you?" Harm whispered.
"Is this plane yours?"
"It's ours, Dad."
As the implication sunk in, I remembered when Harm was younger; we started restoring a bi-plane. Could this be it?
"You-" but I could finish.
"After my crash, I spent a lot of time at the farm. Grandma kept an old Army tarp over it, and I started restoring her. I named the plane after Grandma Sarah."
As I ran my hand over the red lettering, I couldn't help being choked up at what he did.
"Are you ready?"
I looked back at him in confusion.
He tossed me a pair of goggles, and a hat.
"We have a few hours until dinner; I think we have time for a quick ride, if you're game."
At that moment I couldn't have loved my son anymore then I already have.
"I'm game."
I couldn't even to begin to describe the feeling of flying with my son. I always dreamed about teaching him out to fly, and now being here with him now, it was like a dream come true.
When Harm handed over the stick to me, I could feel my heart soar. I couldn't help but shed a few tears as I heard Harm laugh. Six weeks ago, if someone told me that at this very moment, I would be in a plane flying with my son, I would have called them crazy, not to mention cruel. Mom always told me to believe in miracles, and now sitting here with my son, after thirty some odd years, I really truly do.
I've loved like I should And lived like I shouldn't I had to lose everything to find out Maybe forgiveness will find me Somewhere down this road I'm moving on I'm moving on I'm moving on.
END
(I fought a lot, when decided to do this final chapter. How far do I take it? Whose POV do I write it in? I was originally going to write in the dinner seen, but at the last minute decided not to. I think as to make it up to the readers for not writing in the seen with Harm and his Dad, I wrote this from Harm Sr. POV. I was going to switch about midway, but I really wanted this seen to be taken from an outsider's POV, so I could capture all of the characters from someone who didn't know them really well.
I had Josh listening to his CD player a lot, because I do that a lot to. And some of the songs that I listen to, I can relate to real life. So the songs that I picked out for Josh to be listening to, related to what was going on around him. I hope everyone to the time to read through the songs, because they really hit home with him in some of the chapters. This song has been nagging at me, so I finally decided to put it in, but I left out one part, because that part didn't fit into the story.
With the plane, it really didn't dawn on me until I was about to finish the whole thing up. I realized that I didn't mention it in the conversations that Harm and his Dad had, so I thought the best way to add that in was for Harm to show his Dad what he did. I really didn't remember any of the planes detail, so I had just to wing it. =) (I know corny joke.)
I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it. Now didn't I tell you this would be a different from any story that I have ever written? It was more like a combination of them all. And I want to thank you all again for taking the time to read and review my story.)