I'm not sure that this will make sense yet.. but like.. it should do later on if it doesn't now?..
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Jack
March 17th 2007
01:59
“Hello? Rosie? Rose? Hello? Rosie wake up, please wake up Rose.”
The boy tried in vain to gain a response from the lifeless body lying in his arms. He watched her eyes quickly flickering open occasionally, but mainly her eyes remained shut and, lifting the phone once more to his ear, he called the only people he knew to call, the only people they’d told him to call on ‘Blue Peter’ and the only people he dreaded seeing most in the world.
“Emergency services, what service do you require?”
“Ambulance, please, ambulance, as soon as possible, please don’t let her die”…
September 2nd 1992
01:32
“I’m sorry, sir, your wife’s heart stopped ten minutes into the surgery and we were unable to restart it, we did everything we could.” The doctor watched as the man before him crumpled into the chair he had so recently vacated for the desired news on his wife. He watched as the man cried into his hands and, placing an arm around his shoulders, he made his best attempts to comfort him. Despite having to suffer through this task many times previously it never got easier for the surgeon, feeling the relatives hopes crumble physically with the news that their loved ones had not made it. Regaining his professional composure however, he once more stood up and informed the man that someone would be along shortly to inform him of what happens next, “I really am terribly sorry.” “So am I.” The surgeon turned back around from his set path away from the man as he heard him speak. “My son will grow up without a mother. How do you tell a three year old that his mother won’t ever be coming home?” The surgeon sat back down beside the man in answer to this rhetorical question as the man continued, “How do you tell a three year old that his mother will never be at his school concerts, will never push him on a swing because some drunken bastard thought it a good plan to get in a car? How the **** do you break it to a child, that their mother was unrecognisable in the car wreckage because the engine had caught fire, and that the stench that he smelt when he came into the hospital was the overwhelming lingering odour of her burning flesh?” The man broke down once more into uncontrollable tears and, indicating to a nurse to keep an eye on him, the surgeon excused himself from his presence and went to the toilets to retch…
"Be nice. Think happy thoughts. Champion silver linings. Love all things (not just cute things like babies and kittens) & when you do love - love like they do in power ballads (you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair and your eyes shut, knowing you'll never know love like this). Watch out for dog poo. Smile at people - even grumpy ones. Remember anything is possible & whatever you do always try to look on the bright side."
And sail away these faces we hide behind
Cutting through the airwaves
Open up our minds
Show ourselves to the world tonight
Cause we are.. No longer in disguise ♫
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
Eeeep!!! Next bit has come...wooop!! Waiting now.....waiting.... xx
"People have abused you lots in the past? Why do you then abuse yourself more?" - Quote
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone, Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong, Sometimes I feel nothing at all, Sometimes I feel vulnerable, Sometimes I feel a little fragile
Ahh ****. I just read the whole thing. Now i have to wait! *cries* you suck Alex! Why do you have to be such a brilliant writer! *sulks* MORE! NOW! Please?
This is brilliant!!!!
jess
"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."
Yayyy!! I just read all of this, and it's so amazing!!! Keeeep writttttiiiiiiiinnnng!! It's fantastic!!
xxkirstenxx
Allie, I'll never forget you..
Love You Always.
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the things which you think you cannot do.
Given myself a bit of time to write this evening - all your comments got me smiling, so how couldn't I :]
Thankyou guys.
Againandagainandagain.x
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March 17th 2007
02:16
He could hear the sirens before he could see their source, then through the trees his eyes fell upon the speeding white van and he felt his heart beat slower for a second, before regaining its previous mile per hour speed. It was as if in slow motion he watched as the paramedics clambered out towards the graveyard and he shouted to draw their attention. He watched as if simultaneously his mouth moved with his body, but he wasn’t in control. He watched as they checked her pulse, asked him questions that he answered as someone else, and as they lifted her into the back of the ambulance. He just watched…
September 11th 1992
13:03 The boy sat on his father’s knee in the church as the priest talked and he watched, “And now we say goodbye to Claire…another plan for her…her time to go…” The boy didn’t really take in anything that the priest said, he simply sat there silently as he had been told to do, watching as the people around him held tissues to their faces or wept into their laps. He looked on as various people he knew went to stand at the front and talk about his mother; he noticed they only said nice things about her. He wondered if maybe that was what happened when people died, everyone forgets all the bad things and only remembers them as a good person. He hoped this was the case for him too, so that people would forget about the time he’d spilt his coke all over the new carpet, or when he had pulled up all of his dad’s new flowers because he thought they were pretty. He was then handed to his auntie as his dad took to the platform at the front of the church. “Claire was my wife.” He paused, as if not knowing what more to say, but he continued, “She was the most spectacular wife a man could ever ask for, a trophy wife one could say. She made me one of the happiest guys on this planet. She’d always know how to cheer me up and when to just leave me if I was in ‘one of my moods’, she also gave me one of the greatest gifts a man could be given.” Pausing again, he indicated to the boy sitting now on his auntie’s lap. “With this child I know that Claire, wherever she may be, will live on in my heart, and in the eyes of my beautiful son.” Raising an invisible glass in front of him he said, “To Claire, wherever you may be,” and the audience concurred in a low murmur of “To Claire.”…
"Be nice. Think happy thoughts. Champion silver linings. Love all things (not just cute things like babies and kittens) & when you do love - love like they do in power ballads (you know like on a cliff with the wind in your hair and your eyes shut, knowing you'll never know love like this). Watch out for dog poo. Smile at people - even grumpy ones. Remember anything is possible & whatever you do always try to look on the bright side."
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