Joanie sighed as she looked out the hospital window. Being there brought back horrible memories.
The last time she had been in a hospital was the time her husband, Michael had died.
"Oh, Michael, did you ever know you would be destined to die by the age of thirty-six? Did you ever realize you'd never get to see your daughter grow up?" she thought.
"Joanie, I just heard about your daughter, congratulations" Paul Levesque, her ex-boyfriend said. She looked out the window.
"I'm sure you miss Mike and I know I can never take his place, but if there's anything I can do,"
"There's nothing you can do. Unless you can heal a broken heart or revive the dead," she said. Paul sighed. It had been six months since Michael's death, and she had not smiled since.
He knew Joanie partially blamed herself. She had just discovered she was pregnant, and had taken him out to dinner. In the middle of the meal, he died of a brain aneurysm.
"Jo, it wasn't your fault. Nothing could have prevented it," he whispered. She looked at him, a wild look in her eye.
"You shouldn't say anything, you still have your precious Stephanie, and you have the chance to see your kids grow. Me? I'm a widowed single mother. My daughter will never get to see her father," she sobbed.
"What's her name?" Michael asked.
"Michelle Shawna" she replied. Paul gasped, as he realized that transferred into a masculine name, it became "Michael Shawn".
"Jo, Michael loved you so much. You were all he could talk about. He told me he would die before letting anyone hurt you," Paul told her. Joanie looked at him.
"Paul, I know you mean well, but I just want to be alone. By the way, see if the nurse will bring in Michelle," she said, staring out the window.
"Will do," he said. She looked at him, finding it odd that he was so concerned.
"Why am I feeling so sorry for myself?" she asked, confused. Paul walked in, carrying a silent bundle of blankets.
"Jo, she looks just like Michael," he told her.
"Thank you" she said, taking the baby. Michelle let out an ear- piercing wail. "Sweetie, its okay,"
Two days later… Joanie sighed as she stared out at the calm water. A peaceful calm fell over her.
The waves began to crash loudly. Looking at the waves, she knew it was Michael's way of telling her everything would be all right.
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