A thought piece this week for Charli’s prompt
March 30, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a hello or a goodbye. You can pick any greeting that grabs you from howdy to fare thee well. It will be interesting to see how the collection intertwines the opposite greetings. Go where the prompt leads you.
Goodbyes, those of the terminal kind can be kind of gruesome. That’s why, I suppsoe, we seek humour in the last words, from
I’m feeling a little better (Ibsen)
Bugger Bogner (King George V)
Given I have now lived on this planet for six decades I’ve had to acknowledge a few very final partings, from my guinea pig to my mother. Each takes its toll, even if you can console yourself with the ‘he/she had a good innings’ fallacy.
Losing both parents could be seen, Lady Bracknell like, as careless but at least my last memories do have some slight positivity in them.
Dad lost his voice in his last days but the last time I saw him he managed a slight wave of his fingers, like he was tinkling out a short scale on the bed cover.
Mum had a major operation from which she never recovered but briefly, in the ICU, she regained consciousness and grinned a toothless grin. ‘Hello darling’ she lisped before lapsing back into the dreamy state from which she slipped away a day later. Oddly it’s the lack of her teeth that surprised me most – she was fastidious in ensuring her false teeth were always in when she saw anyone so to see her so was almost seeing her naked. Thing about mum is, was, she’d have made a joke about scaring the horses and that makes me smile.
Both those deaths were coming and indeed probably the clichéd kindness. Unlike in the case of my dog Blitzen who keeled over one night on the hall carpet when he had, we thought, many years left in him. A congenital heart weakness did for Blitzy and the trauma of those final moments stay with me now. As does trying mouth to mouth on a dog, even though I knew the oral geometry would defeat me. Bless him.
And so to this week’s little flash..
‘What’s up mum?’
Mary forced a smile. ‘My old school friend Jean is going abroad. I’ll miss her.’
‘You’re friends on Facebook aren’t you?’
‘Oh yes. I’m old school.’
‘Ha! So you’ll see her posts.’
‘It’s not the same.’
‘You Skype when dad’s away?’
‘It doesn’t always work so well…’
‘DM? Hangouts? Whatsapp?’
‘Are they nightclubs?’
‘Ha ha. You’re really funny today.’
Mary looked back at the email that had caused her gloom. ‘That’s me. A bundle of lols.’
Penny sat next to Mary. ‘Seriously, there are tonnes of ways to keep in touch.’
‘But do they serve coffee?’
Here’s a link to Mary’s story and previous episodes