Essence Of Life

Last Light

      Remember this is a different story, so don't get confused when you finish the last one and get to this. I hope you enjoy this story. You will understand th eye on top later, it is what I have in my story book. I wrote both Spirit of The Flame and Last Light as a freshman in high school not even a year ago. I changed very few parts in Spirit of The Flame, but changed a lot in Last Light.
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       My dear beloved granddaughter if your reading this letter I have passed on. I know you and your father will be sorrowful in the mourning of my death, but there's something I need to tell. I've never talked about your grandmother because I couldn't make myself talk about her, but now that I'm dying I need to tell you. I still couldn't bring myself to talk about her out loud so I wrote you this letter.
      I was somewhere in Kansas when I saw her on the side of the road. She was like a golden ray of sunlight. Her golden hair was chin length. Her golden eyes were wide open showing so much warmth behind them. Her skin was golden as if blessed by the sun but not tanned. She was wearing a dusty rose skirt that went to her feet and also a simple beige spaghetti strap t-shirt and on her feet were these brown sandals with golden gems. This beautiful ray had her beautiful golden hand up in the air with her golden thumb up.
      I pulled over my big blue truck and leaned over and opened the door for her. After she gets in I raised my hand and said "I'm Vern Larsson, and what is your name?" She raised hers and said in a sweet, honey filled voice.
     "Hi, I'm Sara Gosdin and thank you so much for helping." To which I tell her your welcome. I asked her where she's going and her reply was," I'm a wanderer and right now I don't have a specific place I'm wanting to go.
        We talked and talked for hours. What about? you may ask and the answer is everything we knew. Until she put her golden hands on both sides of my face and softly kissed me, and  then just as she softly started to pull away, but I stop her by kissing back.
      How we ended up in the back seat of my pickup truck with our clothes scattered all around us? Well the answer is still a mystery to me as I sit here dying and writing this letter to you. Her golden skin was soft like silk and tasted like honey. Her skin practically glowed under the bright sunshine and her hair around her face liked as if she had a golden halo.
      In that next spring we married. We still lived in my big blue truck or hotel rooms. She liked it that way so that's what happened, (moving from place to place). She wanted to see everything the world had to offer, but soon that would have to stop because she gave me a little boy with big golden eyes on Christmas day. That boy is your father.
      Four days after Christmas she got very sick. I took her to a hospital and they couldn't bring down her fever. I stayed by her side for the next two nights, (never leaving). On the 31st of December in Chicago it was very cold and also snowing. I was holding Sara as close as I could to me.
     Her golden skin had a red tint to it with it a raging fever. Her golden hair was almost brown from all of the cold sweat.
    She told me to open a window and I asked her why. She then told me, "It's so my soul can fly and be free, after I die that is." I told her she'd make it, but I opened the window just a bit. Then Sara called me back to her side and she whispered to me, " I love you and I know you love me too, but I'm going to have to leave soon. You have to take care of our son and yourself. One last thing I want to tell you.  I'll wait for you and it doesn't matter how long I'll have to wait."
     I told her," I love you too", just as the clock striked 12 marking a new year all of the love and passion and life faded from her beautiful golden eyes. The warmth of the room drained away from me as I looked in her eyes. My tears fall fast and hard as I cursed at the heavens for taking her away.
     Now, Sunny, you know a little bit about your grandmother and I. You should also know that even through all these years I still feel the same way about her. That's the reason I've never been remarried or even been with another woman,  because I know in my heart she's still waiting for me. So if you are starting to feel sad about me being gone just remember that now I'm with my love, Sara. When I see you again I will tell you more about her. That is if she doesn't beat me to it.  Now I have to be the one to say it. Sunny please take good care of your father and for heavens sake, take good care of yourself. I love you to the moon and back Sunny, my only granddaughter.
                     (The End)