Her hand was clammy, but he could still feel the softness that had touched him for fifty-two years. She was his first and only love, their courtship had begun in high school, marriage had followed soon, then children, responsibilities, the routine commitments.
With her he had known a love that had no judgments, no greed, no whimsical conditions.
It had been a relationship specially crafted by God, arranged in the heavens, meant to last for eternity.
And as time had passed, he had often asked her – Will you be my life partner for many lifetimes to come?
She would always laugh and pat his stubbled cheek – Oh yes, dear, I’d be delighted.
Her words were more precious than all the treasures in the world. They were the biggest consolation to a man who couldn’t imagine himself without her.
But now as his hand gently gripped hers, his eyes repulsed by the tubes and pipes that were keeping her alive, he sensed the woman slipping away from him.
And he had to know one more time.
‘Sweetheart, please tell me.’
She moaned and moved her fingers.
‘Will you be my life partner for many lifetimes to come?’
The woman was weak, but she made an effort to answer, her mumbling lost in the beeps and whirs of the surrounding machines.
‘What was that, sweety? I couldn’t hear you.’
The man was distraught and desperate to hear his wife’s answer. It was the only thing that would allow him to let go of her. The hope of reuniting in a new life, the promise of living it together.
She clenched her fingers and opened her mouth, but the words were stuck inside her. He encouraged her and patted her arm, coaxing her to hurry. Time wasn’t on her side anymore.
He brought his ear near her mouth but only felt her breaths shortening, their warmth decreasing till there was nothing.
Closing his eyes, he whispered in her ear.
‘Sweetheart, don’t go too far without me.’
[…] Deathbed Promises by Terveen Gill — Gobblers & Masticadores […]
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Sad to let go of someone so close to you. Heartbreaking when it’s as final as death. Love the message in the story.
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Thank you so much, Shobana. It’s a sad and delicate situation.
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‘Will you be my life partner for many lifetimes to come?’..This question shows their love for each other….A touching story. I loved it, Terveen.❣️
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I really appreciate it, Jane. Love can become a dependency, not sure if it should, but the heart finds its own way. Thank you. 🙂
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You are absolutely right, Terveen.
You are always welcome.❣️
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‘a love that had no judgments, no greed, no whimsical conditions’ – what a great description of a good marriage! My favourite line, Terveen. Astute, as per usual!
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Thank you, Britta. Love should be as free as it can be. Then only can it be uplifting. Appreciate it. 🙂
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That’s undying love lasting beyond death. What beautiful writing.
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I appreciate it. Thank you so much, Thomas. Fortunate are those who have found such love. 🙂
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«Sweetheart, don’t go too far without me…» Oof…this one hits right in the feels. This is so sad, Terveen. I’ve yearned for a love like this all my life but never found it. This is a beautiful tale, and all the more so because it’s so tragic. I truly hope his wife didn’t go too far without him. You’re such a brilliant story-teller, Terveen. You weave tales of spun gold so effortlessly. Thank you for this. 🙂
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If you know the answer, you do not need to keep asking the question. Wonderful writing Terveen.
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That’s a brilliant response, Geoff. Some fears just can’t be comforted. Hope you’re well. 🙂
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A sad tale, yet I also find great beauty, and the deepest love here. Gorgeous write, Terveen. I love this one. 😊
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Thank you so much, Jeff. Love has a way of making us strong and vulnerable. It depends how sensitive the issue is and which way we sway. 🙂
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