The Last Time…

Day 3 ~ March SOLSC

Friday, March 3, 2006 was a typical day. I woke up in the morning, got ready, stopped and grabbed coffee, and off to work I went.

When we got home from work, we packed up our clothes to head down to Staten Island for the weekend to visit Brad’s friends and family.

My dad had asked, “Are you coming back tomorrow? Come home early. We’ll go listen to Irish music at the bar.” (I can’t remember the name of the bar).

I asked Brad if we could come home early so we could go to the bar and listen to some Irish music with my dad. (My dad loved Irish music and bars.) Brad, of course, agreed – he loved hanging out with my dad.

As we were bringing our stuff down the stairs, I stopped, turned around, and went back up to my room to get my new necklace my dad had given me for Valentine’s Day. A big silver heart with the inscription “My Daughter, My Joy” hung on a simple silver chain. I put it on, looked at it in the mirror, went back downstairs, and off we went.

To this day, I still don’t know what made me go back up to get that necklace. But I know, for sure, there was a reason. You see, leaving the house on that night was the last time I saw my dad. Later that evening, while I was away with Brad, and my brother was away with his girlfriend, my dad responded to a mutual aid fire call as the Fire Chief in command, had a heart attack, and passed away.

No warning. No chance to say goodbye. No chance to tell him I love him one last time. Here one minute, gone the next. Living on in my heart forever.

I’m participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge!  Thank you to the team of writers at Two Writing Teachers for this wonderful writing community.  A place for us to grow together as writers. 

4 thoughts on “The Last Time…

  1. Sometimes those little nudges are what helps our heart when they are really hurting. We will never know the why but we are grateful that we did.

    I had a similar thing happen with my grandmother. I usually never visit her first thing in the morning but the morning she passed I did. I knew she wasn’t feeling well but she just thought it was heartburn. When I walked in she complimented my dress and it made me smile. I should’ve hugged her but instead I just smiled and thanked her. Again we never know the way but we’re grateful we’re given those nudges.

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  2. “Come home early.” This line stuck with me. In my last conversation with my grandfather he asked me why I had to go to Vermont before coming home for Spring break. I’m sure you’ve replayed these moments so many times over the years.

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