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    Eternity

    "‘Everytime this day comes along I feel that sense of dread. It’s that anniversary of the day we met, but ever since her death 5 years ago, I can only remember how empty my life is without her. I normally distracted myself with Angie and Luke and the grandkids, but with this cancer I haven’t been really able to get out of this bed.

    "’This bed had so many memories. It had so much love and hate at the same time. I love this bed because we’ve made love on this bed countless times, we’ve made up after arguments and fights, we’ve comforted each other and recovered from falls. Yet I hate it because someone else has shared this bed with her, we’ve had painful breakup sex, she died on this bed. I refuse to go out in any other place but this bed.

    "’She was in my dream last night. It was the young her. The one I met at the "Bette Porter Gallery" 70 years ago. Wow, I’m old. 93 this October, if I make it that far. But anyways, my Bette said to me," I’m waiting for you T. I’m waiting for you here."

    "’It only occurred to me a minute ago what that dream meant. It’s time. I always wondered how she knew she had to say goodbye to me at that moment before she died, and now I know. It’s not something that’s explainable. I’m not scared though. I know what waits for me on the other side. An eternity of happiness with my Bette.

    "’I called Angelica and Luke and I said goodbye to them and all my grandchildren who have grown into such beautiful young men and women. I know they’re probably running over here right now. Don’t worry my babies, momma may be leaving physically but she is always here. I will go to sleep now and lay this diary on my chest. I want you to read it at my funeral and I don’t want anyone to cry. I’ll be in a better place. I’ll be happy.’"

    Angelica paused for minute to close the diary and looked out into the congregation. The aged gang looked devastated in the front row and Luke had not stopped sobbing along with his kids as well as her own. And if Angelica was honest with herself she couldn’t stop herself from crying either.

    She cleared her throat and continued, "I got there first and found my mother on the bed with the diary on her chest. I don’t know how long I was hugging her and crying on her chest like I had done so many times as a child. I didn’t even notice when anyone else got there. It was hard for me to lose my mom as much as it’s hard for all of you. But she wanted us to be strong and honor her memory by moving on."

    …

    The lake that had displayed the funeral vanished back into the lake. Tina could no longer see her family and friends mourning her and was faced with her own reflection. She was no longer an old lady. Her youth was restored and her clothes were all white.

    The lake was part of a small island. A private island that would belong to her and to Bette. Bette had been waiting there. She looked exactly like she did in Tina’s dream but even more angelic.

    Tina could only sob and hug Bette tightly.

    Tina sighed sadly and turned towards the tree where Bette was sitting, watching her.

    "They will be okay T," Bette said.

    Tina moved to sit beside Bette and snuggled up next to her, "are you sure?"

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    Comments

    1. Made me cry and that is very much out of character. I have lost my mother at 9 and my dad in 1980. He and my step mother have this kind of love and will be together again

    2. Okay, as much as I love your writing, DON’T EVER WRITE AGAIN WHILE DRUNK, that was too sad for words. I don’t like to think of them leaving this world. They can get older but don’t kill them off. Thanks.

    3. i am not exaggerating… i have real tears in my face because of this. especially the part when bette was saying good bye to Tina. that was such a bulls eye. hit me hard. Wonderful story.

    4. Someone finally had the courage to write the moment where tina and bette would finally leaves…..but DONT EVER WRITE THIS HEARTACHE TO US AGAIN LOL I CANT TAKE IT!!!

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