Okay I was laying in bed last night trying to fall asleep and an idea came
to my head. Originally this was just going to be a one shot story. Well I
decided to continue it. You know it's amazing what you can think of at
night when you're laying in bed. So I will now take my idea and expand it.
Hope you enjoy it.
Sarah sat quietly in the car. She had on a black skirt, a white shirt, and black high heels. She had thrown on her black jacket that went down to her knees and buttoned up in the front. This had become a tradition once a year. Her dad had on his dress whites and his black overcoat. They would put on there best clothes and drive down to the cemetery. They would visit her mother's grave and then they would walk down to the wall and leave some flowers there. It was a yearly tradition.
The car pulled up to parking lot and they quietly got out. Sarah grabbed one of the bouquets of flowers. They yellow carnations. She remembered her dad telling her how much her mother loved them. Her dad held a red rose in his hand. They quietly and slowly walked through the rows of gravestones. Soon they were standing in front of her mother's grave. She walked up and set the flowers down in front of the gravestone. Just before she got up she traced the letters with her fingers. Lt. Colonel Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie. She walked back over and stood next to her dad. She a lump rise in her throat and tears started to role down her cheeks. She never knew her but yet she still cried every time she came here. She remembered the story of how her mother had died so clearly in her mind. Her dad had told it to her so many times that it was almost like she had been there. But she had been there. Inside her mothers belly. She wished that that accident had never happened that her mother was still alive. She wondered what have life been like if that car had never run that light? What if her mother was still alive today? "What if" it was always "what if." Well she couldn't change the past. But she wished she could.
Finally she wiped the tears off her face and they walked down to the wall where her dad left the rose. Then they walked back to the car and drove home. Finally Harm spoke.
"Hey are you hungry?" he asked her.
"Yeah a little." She replied quietly.
"Why don't we go and get something to eat?"
"Okay."
Harm turned right and headed to their favorite restaurant.
Sarah had just started to zone out when she heard a screech and felt something hit her on her right side. A sharp pain shot through her body and she heard voices and then they disappeared. Everything was dark. Then she saw someone standing in front of her. She looked closely and noticed that the person looked just like her except she was older.
"Mom?" she questioned.
"Come here Sarah." Mac said as she reached her hand out.
Sarah reached for her hand and took it. Mac led her towards a white light. Soon they were engulfed in it. Mac disappeared. Images started to flash past her. She saw her mom, her dad, Harriet and Bud, Admiral Chegwidden, PO Coates. She saw everyone she knew. They started to circle around and they continued to go faster and faster and faster until they were just a blur. She felt herself growing tired. Finally she let sleep take over and she collapsed on the floor. There she slept surrounded by images of her friends and family.
Sarah sat quietly in the car. She had on a black skirt, a white shirt, and black high heels. She had thrown on her black jacket that went down to her knees and buttoned up in the front. This had become a tradition once a year. Her dad had on his dress whites and his black overcoat. They would put on there best clothes and drive down to the cemetery. They would visit her mother's grave and then they would walk down to the wall and leave some flowers there. It was a yearly tradition.
The car pulled up to parking lot and they quietly got out. Sarah grabbed one of the bouquets of flowers. They yellow carnations. She remembered her dad telling her how much her mother loved them. Her dad held a red rose in his hand. They quietly and slowly walked through the rows of gravestones. Soon they were standing in front of her mother's grave. She walked up and set the flowers down in front of the gravestone. Just before she got up she traced the letters with her fingers. Lt. Colonel Sarah "Mac" MacKenzie. She walked back over and stood next to her dad. She a lump rise in her throat and tears started to role down her cheeks. She never knew her but yet she still cried every time she came here. She remembered the story of how her mother had died so clearly in her mind. Her dad had told it to her so many times that it was almost like she had been there. But she had been there. Inside her mothers belly. She wished that that accident had never happened that her mother was still alive. She wondered what have life been like if that car had never run that light? What if her mother was still alive today? "What if" it was always "what if." Well she couldn't change the past. But she wished she could.
Finally she wiped the tears off her face and they walked down to the wall where her dad left the rose. Then they walked back to the car and drove home. Finally Harm spoke.
"Hey are you hungry?" he asked her.
"Yeah a little." She replied quietly.
"Why don't we go and get something to eat?"
"Okay."
Harm turned right and headed to their favorite restaurant.
Sarah had just started to zone out when she heard a screech and felt something hit her on her right side. A sharp pain shot through her body and she heard voices and then they disappeared. Everything was dark. Then she saw someone standing in front of her. She looked closely and noticed that the person looked just like her except she was older.
"Mom?" she questioned.
"Come here Sarah." Mac said as she reached her hand out.
Sarah reached for her hand and took it. Mac led her towards a white light. Soon they were engulfed in it. Mac disappeared. Images started to flash past her. She saw her mom, her dad, Harriet and Bud, Admiral Chegwidden, PO Coates. She saw everyone she knew. They started to circle around and they continued to go faster and faster and faster until they were just a blur. She felt herself growing tired. Finally she let sleep take over and she collapsed on the floor. There she slept surrounded by images of her friends and family.