I Wont Forget you (Sequel to Ride The Wind)

Chapter Seven: Liss

I sit crisscross applesauce in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. I sit between Clint and Ray, my brother, father, and grandma sit across from us. As weird as I sounds, I feel like none of this is happening. Like its some super vivid dream. I know in my heart that it's not. My gramps had a massive heart attack and was in critical condition. My gramps is eighty years old, it doesn't look good for him.

It seems surreal because after a while, I thought he was Superman. In my gramps' life, he's been in World War Two, Korea, and Vietnam, hit by a truck, struck by lightening, been in more farming accidents than I care to remember, and fallen out of the deer stand more times than I can count. After a life like that, you start to think he's immortal. Like nothing can kill him.

Rikki and Luca are with Andy in the same hospital, they come up to check on me every once in a while. I love them for it.

"Hey Gator?" Clint nudges me.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"Remember when we got arrested when you were sixteen?" He wonders and I smile.

Clint, Ray, and I had decided we were going to piss off some local farms and go cow tipping. Like me put something into perspective here, I weigh about a hundred pound, a cow weighs a considerable amount more. So the three of us snuck into Farmer Johnson's property about about two thirty in the morning. We snuck up to the first cow and between the three of us pushed it over. Little did we know, his son Jed Johnson was hooking up (with who I thought was his cousin), Marjorie. They're heard saw us and we ran to the woods. After an hour of hiding out in our deer stand, the cops found us. Ray and Clint tried to pin it all on me but the sheriff had some brains and realized that I couldn't tip a cow by myself.

Gramps picked us up at the county sheriff's department. He wasn't mad that we did it, he was made we got caught. Gramps gave us a plan for the next time so we don't get caught. He's the greatest man I could've ever asked to be in my life. I'm his only granddaughter, I had a special place in his heart.

Rikki comes back to us and makes me stand up, pulling me into his lap. His thumbs rubbed my boney hips and he kisses the back of my neck, the scar from my surgery. I stare blankly into space.

I don't know how much time passed before the nurse came in.

"The priest is here to give Silas his last rites." She simply says.

I hold onto Rikki's hand and we walk into my gramps' room. The priest is already there. We file in and he starts.

"Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen." He then starts with the last rites.

The last rites are given and the nurse lights my gramps a cigar. 'If I'm going out, I'm going out on my terms'. We watched as the heart machine flat lined. We prayed for his soul, crossed ourselves.

It hit me like a freight train. Sadness and depression and this gaping emptiness. I feel like I'm suffocating, like I can't get air to my lungs. I stumble again and there's enough people around to stabilize me. The walls of the hospital start to squeeze in on me. Pushing past my family, I leave the room.

I run outside and the cool air hits me. I sit crisscross applesauce on the pavement. Someone comes up behind me and puts a hand on my back, it Rikki. He sits down beside me as I cry my eyes out. I don't cry but I can't stop.

I don't think I can be happy again after this.