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Click here"Jeez, it's that strong?"
"She seems to have conquered her own small territory in my heart and mind," Jake muses.
"Lots of men have affairs, Dad."
Jake doesn't directly respond to his son's statement. He has divulged all he cares to about his time with Sharon.
"Sam, just remember something. Making things better for the next generation is about as close to the meaning of life as we're able to comprehend."
Sam nods eagerly. "I agree with you on that one."
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Three years after the conversation with his father, Sam meets Vanessa, a recent hire at his accounting firm. She and Sam become friends right away. There is an easiness to their conversation that Sam accepts as a sign that they could become so much more. Sam is attracted to her; she is a small woman with a smooth curvy body and firm legs. He fantasizes daily about her.
Sam hears his father's words in the back of his mind. He asks himself whether he would be tempted to abandon the place where he belongs, and whether Vanessa would be granted an eternal space in his psyche exactly as his father described. If he were to begin an affair, would the relationship develop as his father's did? Would he come to love her as his father loved Sharon? The thought sends tingles down his spine, because he is somehow both intrigued and alarmed by the proposition.
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At eighty years old, Jake can barely walk. Arthritis has made every step a painful maneuver. In addition, he has been diagnosed with terminal bone cancer. With little else he can do, Jake takes stock of his life. There are many terrific memories, and he takes great pleasure in reliving the best of them in his final days.
Sharon is not far removed from his thoughts. Despite the pain and confusion wrought from their affair, he is glad that she entered his life and touched him in so many ways. If Jake had any urge to analyze, he would be puzzled by this contradiction. After all, how can he encourage his son to step cautiously away from something that still held so much value for him?
He suspects that human beings are faulty, emotional and needy by nature. For Jake, life seemed to have been an endless search for happiness and balance. As the final light slowly fades from his life, he is eternally thankful for his wife and children and the time they shared together. He also remembers Sharon; he hopes she has enjoyed life and recalls their short but intense time together with fondness.
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Ten years after Jake's death, Sam and Clarissa visit Jake's grave site. He lays a bouquet at the base of the stone.
"I can't believe its been ten years," Clarissa whispers.
"I know," Sam replies somberly. "I still remember him as if he just died yesterday."
"He was a good man."
"Yeah. He always protected us, tried to make sure we were okay."
"See? You're a great man, a great husband and a great father, Sam. It's intergenerational."
"Yeah. There he is, buried six feet under, probably being eaten by worms or microbes, but he lives on."
"Does that mean we're immortal?"
"I guess it does, so long as you leave behind something that the next generation can build upon."
"You're father did that."
"Yeah, he sure did."
Sam and Clarissa leave the cemetery together holding hands, coincidentally wondering if their children, and their grandchildren, would talk about them in the same way.
- COMMENTS
chytownover 1 year ago*****Very entertaining read with a great storyline. This was a very thought provoking read to me. Thanks for sharing.
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoAnd lest I forget, the taste of a woman's anus. There is something diabolically naughty and dirty about it. I'm not a scatology fan, but the hint, the combination and the ability to hold the woman, in such high esteem, by this atavistic act, is simply mind boggling. It is a good one Denver chappy!
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoThank you for this wonderful story, a reminder of our lives. One can throw brickbats at prevailing morals, or one can question gender discrimination and so on. At the core, our mortal lives have many aspects. We are never fulfilled and we are far from perfect. But, if we strive to make an effort, we leave a legacy that can last a while. The worms and microbes take us away, though, at times, the bones simply refuse to disintegrate. You have taken the trouble to show us an insight into ourselves. This is not the place to moralize, but perhaps reflect. In the midst of all our sexual energy, wants and needs, the seeds (pun intended) we scatter leave an indelible mark.
woodmanoneover 13 years agoA bit of a dark theme but very well done. It touched me on many levels and thank you for your effort and your hard work.
Anonymousover 13 years agoI don't think this reeks of double standards - I think it reeks of humanity. We are who we are, foibles and all; we're not perfect, we're not flawless. What we occasionally fail to realize, in the midst of being as human as we are, is our actions don't only affect ourselves, they affect (in some way) many of those around us. We never really outgrow the notion that what we do today has no long-term affect on tomorrow - but often (and usually) it does.
I'm a bit late to the party on comments, but I had to leave one. I really liked this story. No, it's not perfectly written (indeed, the lack of perfection is a little ironic), but that's not its point. Its not about perfection - its about our lack of it. Thanks for making us all think.
Anonymousover 15 years agostory and mabe it is all about what life really is.It means leaving the world a better place than when you entered it and also leaving things for the next generations that makes things easier for them.
Anonymousabout 16 years agoDidn't like it much.. stinks of double morals.. Going to church at Sunday, whoring in the weekdays.. Try for a backbone instead.. I know, you don't want to hear this.. sorry :) Yoron.
Anonymousover 16 years agoit hurts that you gave hints that there would be more words about sharon. you did say she was always in his mind, but apparently there was no efforts by either to meet again
a death, an obituary, yes it can be a chance to reconnect, to at least appear in the background at the funeral.
but you did not pursue that option.
nor did you give mention of any age gap between the two of them...love between close peers might be one thing, between two separated by a decade or more another
you did well, but what you wrote could have been better.
but i did appreciate what you offered us
H
