Disclaimer: I don't own the situations or characters portrayed herein. I'm just playing with them for a while.
Bad Timing Part 2
He had stared death in the face and won, more times than he cared to count. He had resigned himself to his death too many times to count. He had even been cavalier about it.
Until one fall day in 1983.
As he was dragged to the helicopter at Mrs. Welch's house, he had already resigned himself to death. He was planning on it. He was even at peace with it, as much as an emotionally empty man can be at peace.
And then a crazy lady in a Cub Scout outfit had popped into his field of vision, and she'd chased away the Grim Reaper for the first of many times.
Each time he'd faced down death in the years since, it had become harder and harder to resign himself to it. Now, it felt impossible. He had something to live for. He had someone to live for. For the first time in his life, he had a future planned, and someone to share it with.
What cruel irony was this, that the Reaper came for him again with no chance to escape, just when life was sweeter and far more precious than it had ever been?
He had already said a regretful goodbye to his dream of horses and ballgames and, perhaps, children of his own. He refused to let go of his dream of a future at all.
Just one day ago, the week before their wedding had seemed like an eternity. Now that he had less than seventy-two hours to live, it felt like moments.
