Tuesday, November 15, 2011
My 13-year-old niece is an incredibly gifted writer and recently entered a Harris Burdick writing contest. The story is a tribute to her grandfather (my dad) who died of cancer four years ago this February. The story must receive “hearts” to stay in the competition. I’m asking everyone who reads this to please click, join and heart her story. It will take you less than 5 minutes.
I’ve written about Anna in the past and mentioned all the ways she inspires me – but nothing could have prepared me for what this young (but obviously old) soul was about to share. Unbelievable!
Her Story: Terminal
He didn’t terminal.
He wasn’t quite sure he’d lived a full life. His first marriage brought four daughters and a divorce. He might not have been the best father he could have been, or the best grandfather, or son, or brother- do you get the picture? – But he loved them. His addictions were smoking, poker, and football; he loved the Colts, sitting on the far side of the couch and gambling. He died at just sixty-three years old.
Was it time now? He didn’t feel quite like it. There was a tug from the light behind him, keeping him right where he was standing, almost like dog on a leash. The dog wanted to keep with the familiarity if its owner, but it also had the urge to charge full speed ahead at this strange, exciting new world. He could charge now, with his repaired hip and youthful energy, but was he ready?
Looking out the door, his glance was not wistful. He looked on it with the air of fondness and remorse to be leaving that one might see on a young adult’s face as they moved out for the first time. These few steps, however, were far more permanent, monumental and crucial then such an occasion.
“Goodbye.” He whispered to no one but himself, and he was gone.
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