Post by Darren Marsh on Apr 27, 2021 14:58:34 GMT -6
I'm looking at the casket and I just can't believe it. Twelve days ago things were so damn different.
The choir begins to sing Hallelujah as everyone dips their head slowly.
It was all a blur. Everything happened so fast. It was almost as if it was out of my hands. No. It was all out of my hands.
Marsh walks around the casket to embrace loved ones who also shared their grief, love and positive thoughts on this day.
I've been asking myself what do I do now? I don't want to retire. I don't want to move to a new city. I don't want to start all of this all over again.
Marsh is now seen hugging his long time friends, his neighbors, Michaels parents in their driveway.
What a year. What a long, stupid, dumb, ugly year. These last few months, or weeks, it's almost too much to take.
Marsh makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He opens the door softly and slowly. He takes a seat on his bed and opens his journal that he's written in, sparingly.
I should use this more. I think I need it.
He opens the drawer and pulls out a pencil. He grips it as he wipes a single tear from his cheek.
"Dear Beloved wife. I buried you, today."
We are then shown Michaels parents walking into their house where Michael is at the kitchen table eating supper. They smile. He tries to break a smile through his fatigue and pain. We come back to Marsh writing in his journal.
"Michael got released out of the hospital a few days ago. It was the morning after you passed. I wish you could see him. He needs rest, still but he's talking and he comes downstairs too."
Marsh wipes another tear away as he turns to the side of the bed she slept on. He turns back to his journal.
"I don't know why he took you from me. You seemed fine two weeks ago but thats just how this world is now, right? One day you're cooking our favorite meal, and the next you're laying in a hospital bed with machines slowly beeping. I would be lying if I didn't say I feel useless now."
Marsh gets a text message on his phone. It's from BPW asking if he's going to make it to the final match. He continues writing in his journal.
"This fighting thing seems stupid now. Michael still needs the money, needs more medicine, but I don't see how I could do it without you supporting me every step of the way."
Just then a bird chirping noise is heard from outside of the window. Marsh stands up and sets the journal down on the bed and goes to the window where the curtains need to be drawn. He pulls them open and slides his window up. He stares at the bird on a ledge chirping and singing away.
Marsh smiles and comes back to the bed. He picks up his cell phone and we see what he responds to BPW.
I'll be there.
He picks up his pencil and continues writing in the journal. He wipes away another tear and sets the journal on the nightstand along with the pencil. He exits the room.
That's when we get to see what he wrote down to end his journal entry.
"I saw your favorite bird today. A Blue Jay. I believe it's you.
I love you, my wife.
Always will.
Forever."