Always Be Forever

Chapter 1

2001 BCE, March 

It was going to happen at some point. At some point, it was bound to happen. I didn't want this to happen, but it did. If I could go back and change things, I would. I've heard of people actually able to go back in time, or more into the future I should say, but I doubt that I'd be able to find the machine that Alex and Ben had used. Even if I could, what would I do? Prevent her from dying? Prevent all of them from dying? What good would come from that? All I want is everyone safe, is that too much to ask? She would've been 108 today. March 8, 2109, was the day she was born. Her husband was born two years earlier than her, on June 24, so he would be 110 by the time June comes by. I wish I could still see them. They were really nice people. Is it too much to ask to have them here again?

Sitting up in bed, I see you beside me, snoring like a frog, reminding me of when I had grown up and my father would snore like crazy. There were nights where he would wake up my mother and myself; it was that bad. Even on the rough nights growing up, he would still be there. How I wish I could go back. I even miss his snoring for crying out-loud! If I could ever go back and fix things, it would be to spend the best time with them before they were just gone. I even remember one time, I was about 6, and I had a horrible nightmare. It was that Gabrielle was going to come after me. Gabrielle was a friend from school along with Lucy. Lucy was at the top of the class, and was always getting into fights with Gabrielle. There was even one time when things had escalated at recess. I don't want to go much into the fear; it brings back memories.

Anyway, so I had this nightmare of Gabrielle coming after me. Scared, I had run into my parents' room and had crawled under the blankets. "Bad dream?" She would ask, as he would hold me. "Yes," I would tell her. "Don't worry, it was just a dream, it's not real," He would tell me, comforting me by rubbing my back ever so gently. Soon enough, I would be asleep right away. Some nights, even when I was still with them, it would come back, and I would be silently crying there. On those nights it came back, I would sleep with them. How I miss them. They were the best parents I could ever ask for. "Everything okay?" You ask, sitting up in bed beside me. "Yeah. Just thinking back to when they were alive," I tell. "Don't worry. One day you will see them," you tell me. Some days I worry that day will come sooner than imagined. "I'll help you out of bed," you tell me, taking the covers off and getting up. Grabbing the wheelchair and unfolding it, I grab onto your hands and you lift me up and into the wheelchair. We head outside, getting a wiff of fresh air. The smell of daisies just takes me to the scent of heaven. There were days of where I just wanted to go right away, but you held me back and told me to just wait, it's not my time yet. I know it's not my time yet. Even when it gets to times of when it feels like I could just go, you tell me that I'm still not done on earth. There are days that I want to go right away, but you always hold me back and tell me to rethink about it, and just let God bring me home when I'm ready.