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A Whispered Goodbye


Christie came to visit Sam at the hospice house, knowing there wasn't much time left to say goodbye; she had grown up next door to him, and he'd always held a special place in her heart.

Sam had lost his beloved wife, and was now in the end stage of cancer; Christie's husband had been killed by a drunk driver, and she was struggling to get by on her own.  Neither of them had any family left in the world, so they'd been family to each other and she was going to miss him so!

When it was time to go, Christie leaned close to give Sam a hug and kiss, and he whispered to her with labored breaths, "Remember that big tree in my back yard where the swing was... dig underneath the rock beside it, I hid a box for you there." 

A week after Sam's funeral Christie went to retrieve the box, and was stunned to find that it contained over fifty thousand dollars with a note in Sam's scrawl that said simply "Go and be happy, thank you for being so kind."
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I'm linking up with Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction
where the writing prompt this week is "whisper"

31 comments:

  1. arghhh. I know this is off subject, but your photo reminded me of this:

    A few days ago I merely brushed my hand against the refrigerator door. When I got into the other room I noticed blood running off my hand! Just that light touch, and WHAM. I was injured. It was then that I noticed I have OLD HANDS. *sniff*

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    1. Papa Bear takes blood thinners so he bruises and bleeds easily too, it is a pain. I know exactly what you mean about the hands. I have my mother's, I woke up with them at the end of my arms one day, and I have no idea how she did that from beyond, but I want mine back! Still my very favorite photo from my wedding to Papa Bear is one he took of our hands, his big one over mine... they are both old a weathered and roadmapped with veins and yet they say "we have lived and we know something about life and love". I suspect the rest of me doesn't look that much better, it's just that our hands are right there in our faces all the time. Pas the Kleenex over here please!

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  2. So loving. Brought tears to my eyes. Nicely done, Josie.

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    1. Thank you Jayne. Kindness is always the right thing and a blessing to everyone involved!

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  3. Oh, how wonderful. I love it when people who are kind just for the sake of being kind are somehow rewarded in the end. Good stuff!!

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    1. While kindness is surely it's own reward, I think it was wonderful that Sam decided to bless Christie with the money he would no longer have a use for and no other family to inherit it. Most certainly he will always be more than a memory in her heart!

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  4. It nice when the stories have a moral and a good ending. I said we were kindred spirits on your previous post and then I read this and I am convinced. I had just posted a poem that tries to depict a man facing his last days.
    interesting...
    thanks for the very nice comment on my poetry...I don't try it very often so to get such a nice comment was exciting...thank you again...

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    1. I am headed over to read your poem now... we must be thinking on the same wave length, or maybe it is our age that keeps us mindful of the disappearing years. You new poems were truly beautiful, GS. I should like to find the courage to write a few more of my own, I am very insecure about my poet's voice.

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    1. Thanks, a bit of sentimental fare is good now and then I think!

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  6. What a sweet story. It shows kindness brings its own reward.

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    1. I would like to think that all kindnesses are repaid in some fashion, at least in the form of karma or a warm smile!

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  7. Beautiful story. I know the money won't replace the bond they shared but it was so nice that he thought so much of her to look after her after his passing. Really enjoyed reading this.

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    1. Thank you Marie! You are right that it wasn't a payment for friendship, it was a gift to someone he loved like a daughter. He had no one else to leave it for, and he knew it would make a great deal of difference in her life. The money would have stayed buried forever, had she not taken the time to go and tell him goodbye. That's what caring is... making the time@

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  8. This is as much beautiful as it is sad but what a lovely ending. Kindness costs nothing but means everything. xx

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    1. Thank you Lizzie! It is so true, kindness isn't hard, and it can make all the difference to everyone we come in contact with. I think that it's instinctive, and to be unkind is learned.

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  9. Just read your last post about discontinuing the Two Shoes Tuesday. Like so many others, I struggle to find time to blog. I always feel like I'm letting myself down.

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    1. For anyone who is not living a stay-at-home life, it really is a hard struggle to balance work, life and time for writing/blogging, Alice. I could happily write 24/7 and never run out of things to say or comments to make on what other say. I get very frustrated if life demands too much of my time and I can't carve out time for writing, it's what I love to do most. I feel we owe it to ourselves to somehow make time.

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  10. Ah Josie, there is a lovely, kind quality to all of your writing - a gentleness that I have a hunch is very much like you. :))

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    1. THank you so much for the sweet comment, Jo-Anne! I fear if you read my current post about the cross-roads you would see that I write from two very different places. I am both light and dark, as we all are, but in reality I am far more like this story than that one, I just enjoy mixing thingsd up a bit. :-)

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  11. There is so much in this story before we even get to the last sentence. I really enjoyed your painting of a loving friendship.

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    1. Thank you! It pleases me that the value of the friendship is coming thru in this story, the gift at the end was just frosting on the cake, it was the bond they shared that was the most wonderful thing!

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  12. Brought the biggest smile to my face. Lovely story!

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    1. Thank you so much! I am delighted to discover that there is still a place in our world , and in our hearts, for stories such as this. :-)

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  13. Beautiful, we need more of this in our world!

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    1. I agree, Lisa, lonliness is the greatest poverty and it is all around us. All we have to do is reach out and show we care, two lives will be blessed in the process, just as in this story.

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  14. what a gorgeous piece, wonderful ending :)

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Your comments are always appreciated... they make me smile! :-)