Another story I started a few years ago, but never finished. There are some thematic holes, but I wanted to keep it vague enough so the reader could fill them in on their own. I’ll probably return to this one in another few years and change it again…
“Untie that rope, Charlie, then jump in quickly. And don’t forget to bring the rope with you!”
Ray watched his grandson as he carefully undid the knot from the dock and pitched himself into the boat next to his grandfather. There was a great deal of sloshing for a moment, as the two situated themselves in the small row boat, readying themselves for another of many ocean adventures. Ray with the oars in his hands, and Charlie, on the rear bench, hoisting the lunch basket onto his lap to inspect that everything was still in its place.
“We’ll head to the island and stop there for lunch” Grandpa said.
Charlie gave a wry smile “As long as I can row at some point before we get there…”
“Of course, but right now, your job is to keep those sandwiches safe from seagulls! They aren’t afraid of little boys.”
As they left the shore a fog began to roll in, giving off a hazy glow. The Island and ocean in front of them began to disappear.
A teenage boy sat in a chair beside Ray’s bed, keeping an eye on him. Ray thought the boy looked familiar, but couldn’t remember where he’d seen him before.
***
Ray was delighted to walk his daughter down the aisle, though he could tell that she was nervous.
“Don’t worry Mary” Ray said, taking both of her hands lovingly and looking into her eyes. “Remember, this is a day to celebrate love, nothing to be afraid of”.
Mary beamed and linked her arm in his, as they stepped into the church and watched as a sea of faces turned, gasping, beaming, and wiping tears at the sight of Mary. At the end of the aisle stood Mary’s soon to be husband, whom Ray had become very fond of. To the left, on the first row of pews, sat Ray’s wife, her eyes shining with emotion.
“Ah” He thought. “My beautiful Helen”.
A shimmering mist enveloped the church and the guests began to fade away.
***
Helen twirled, her yellow dress winging out as she spun. Ray’s heart swelled, though he couldn’t quite understand. Helen had been gone for years, yet here she was, like a daisy, dancing before him. Any worry was quickly sidelined as he hopelessly tried to match her steps. They ended up laughing until Helen lead him off the dance floor so they could sit and catch their breath, smiling at each other long after the laughter subsided. Ray was always smiling when he was with his wife.
Mary Shoesmith and her son Charlie stood in the doorway to the bedroom where her father, Ray, spent most of his time. Sleep was a welcome friend to Ray, offering a respite from the pain of nearing the end of his life. Sometimes Ray did not know who his family was when he was awake, but his dreams gave him a chance to bask in the glow of remembrance a few more times.
“What do you think he is dreaming about now?” Charlie asked in hushed tones, leaning his head gently on his mother’s shoulder so they could both gaze at the content expression on Ray’s sleeping face.
When Ray was awake and talking, he spoke of these dreams as though the events within them had just happened. This warmed Mary’s aching heart. Her father was fading away, but hearing him joyfully recall these dreams was making it easier to wrestle with her father’s mortality.
Mary, looked adoringly at her father’s sleeping face, and matched the curling sides of his mouth with her own joyful expression.
“Something beautiful”.