An evening like any other
until…….
a phone call…..
“Jackie’s dead.
An accident,
he was crushed.
An awful knowing,
my spirit plunges
over the cliff.
NO starts it climb
from horror to my lips.
It isn’t Jackie!
It’s David! It’s David!
David’s dead!! David’s dead!
God, no, it’s David………
A voice tries to comfort me,
“Calm down. She said it was Jackie.”
I knew it wasn’t….
A call to a funeral home
confirmed the empty
place in my heart.
David was gone.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Fireblossom at Real Toads' Fireblossom Friday (On Wednesday asked us to write about calamities. This one is about a young man who I thought of as my son. My husband and I met him through working with the youth at church and through my husband coaching the church's co-ed softball team. David idolized Charlie. He thought Charlie hung the sun and the moon. Our girls were small at the time and they thought of David as their big brother. It was so hard when we had to move from Missouri to Texas and leave David and his family. I was really good friends with David's mom and after we moved we got a letter that she had cancer. She died just a few months before David's accident. Jackie was David's older brother. It would have been a horrible loss no matter who it was, but as soon as I was told it was Jackie, my heart slammed against my chest because I knew it was David. He was only nineteen. His picture sits on the desk my father built. I have designated that area as my space for writing love letters. I feel David would be pleased to know I am doing my small part to share love with others....most of whom I will never meet. Here are a couple of links that will explain it if you are interested. Susie's Sentences and moreloveletters.com
Comments
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/12/13/forced-learning-curve/
Your connection with David is very real, I know.
(And Cynthia Dawn looks like you.)
K
There can be no better memorial. I'm off to take a look at the link.