Prologue
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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prolong. It was 2:30 a.m. When the phone rang. I fumbled for it. My heart started a race towards bad news. Our doctors voice urged me to hurry. I crammed into close, as if I expect this call. Actually, I thought all would be well. Or did I? It was on Lee, a fever that wouldn't go down on Lee a fever. Yet the dogs had curled up next to him on his favorite couch and never left his side all week, his Rudy complexion drained to gray on Lee a fever. I cried all the way, driving too fast on the Eden Expressway. Then the slow elevator ride to the fourth floor, a sprint down the dim corridor to his room. He laid on the hospital bed when I kissed him Goodbye. Not so many hours before, I said, See you tomorrow, my husband of 30 years replied with words I hadn't heard in a long time. I love you. Not since the heart attack two years before, when he began listening to his heartbeat and forgot about me when he said them. Other words flashed across my mind like writing on a sign too late. Bobby Maybe we both sensed the crossroad ahead. The impending doom. Our doctors shook his head. Bob had difficulty breathing. They called me. We did everything possible to save him. I held him in my arms when he took his last breath. Carly, I'm so sorry. I asked him to have everyone leave me alone. Settling beside my bob, I held his cooling hand. I asked the two words spoken many times during our years together. Now what? This time, there was no response. I was on my own for the first time. My hands caressed his sweet face, knowing he wasn't there on Lee. His shell lay on that bed. The essence, the beauty of his spirit, had moved on. I let my eyes gaze around the colorless room, the water glass half empty, now straw bent for easy access. His soup brush leaned in a container, toothpaste smeared down its side. The scuff leather slippers under the bed and striped terrycloth robe, A Christmas gift from the kids draped over a nearby chair, homey and homely and the saddest sight I have ever seen. When my fingers touched his wedding ring, I slipped it off and I held it in my fists. The gold band was warm. I clung to him. Come back to me, my dearest. I knew from past experience that loved ones always return.