Help Yourself

And the hall light came on and Tom, lying in his bed, braced himself. His dad came slowly into the room and sat on the bed. “Is she gone?” Tom asked. “I’m afraid so, son,” his father half whispered. And they cried silent “men tears” for the mother and wife they each lost. Her hard fought battle with cancer was finally over. Cancer won. And there was a funeral. And people consoling Tom.  Telling him they would be there for …


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2 comments on “Help Yourself

  1. Bonnie Ecker on said:

    Sad, memorable. I wished homes could be large enough for parents to have a child or family in their home as they age, for security. They need that comfort of knowing someone is around if needed. Adult and nursing homes simply aren’t the same with no familiar surroundings of personal items acquired over so many years. It’s boredom that is a place to be tucked away…out of sight, out of mind. Whatever happened to The Walton’s?

  2. armywife on said:

    beautiful story….thank you for sharing it

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