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We ate a quick lunch, getting hot dogs and waffle fries, finishing it off with ice cream Mom bought for all of us. By the time we finished lunch, it was time to head to the airport. We got in the minivan and headed up to Dayton International Airport. I found a spot in short-term parking near the entrance, and we got out. The boys got Mom's luggage, and we headed in. We found the gate for Mom's flight after getting her luggage checked in and made our way to it, practically at the end of the concourse.
By the time we got to the gate, they were getting ready to start boarding. Mom hugged the boys, telling them how much she loved them and was going to miss them. She was tearing up by the time she got to me. We hugged tightly, both of us teary-eyed. I kissed her cheek and said, "I love you, Mom. I can't begin to tell you how much I've appreciated everything you've done for me."
Mom again caught something in the tone of my voice and looked me closely in the eye, trying to figure out what was up with me. Apparently satisfied, she pulled me in for another hug and said, "I love you, sweetie. I'm so proud of you and how you've lived your life. You've raised two beautiful boys under tough circumstances. I'm so glad you have Virginia to love you and the boys."
It was my turn to wonder if Mom knew what was going to happen and was telling me it would be okay. I teared up again and hugged her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. Finally, the attendant called Mom's row number, so we broke, and Mom headed toward the gate. When Mom looked back at me just before entering the jetway to get on the plane, I could see the tears in her eyes. At that moment, I knew I had failed in my attempt to assure her everything was okay.
My heart clenched, and I started crying too. When I turned to the boys to leave and go home, they saw my tears and hugged me, thinking I was just crying because Mom was leaving. I was, in a way, but it wasn't just that. I knew, in my heart, the next time Mom came out to visit us, it would be for the last time.
I dashed away my tears and said, "Let's go get some ice cream before we go home." The boys enthusiastically endorsed my suggestion, so we headed out to get some ice cream and head back home. Virginia would be getting home shortly from work, and I wanted to be there to greet her. More than ever, I needed Virginia's love, and I needed to prepare everyone for what was surely coming.
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As I'm writing this story, the local news is all about a local woman who tried to abandon her children to be with a man who didn't want the children. In her attempt to leave them at a park, she started driving away before the children could get in the car. Two of them were left behind, but the third, a six-year-old boy, fell down and was run over by the car as he tried to get in the car. The mother drove away and took a half-hour before she apparently had a change of heart and went back to get her children. They found the youngest boy's body, put it in the trunk of the car, and drove home with the other two children. Later that night, the mother and her boyfriend took the body down to the river and threw it in before reporting him missing. Of course, they were soon found out and were arrested. They are both currently in jail, awaiting trial. They are still searching the river, trying to find the body of that innocent, sweet young boy. As far as I'm concerned, Hell is too nice of a place for someone who does something like that.
Against that background, I'm writing this story. This is a story about a woman who loved her two sons so much she encouraged them to love her partner as much as they loved her. She encouraged her partner to love her sons as she did, all in preparation for the day she wouldn't be there for them anymore. Is it no wonder I've cried more while writing this story than I've cried as I wrote any other of the stories I've written so far?
But, enough of that. This story is the middle part of a three-part series written from Bonnie's PoV. Each part is intended to be a stand-alone story (although familiarity with the 'Virginiaverse' will help you understand the context). Each part has a unique name. The name of this story is a song written and sung by Neil Diamond. The lyrics to this song inspired how this story was written. I have posted a link to YouTube on my Bio page so you can listen to the song for yourself if you are interested.
- COMMENTS
Runner4069about 2 years agoIt so heart breaking that she knows she dying, she's throwing up at night sometimes, and won't go see the doctor to potentially spare everyone else the anguish her death will surely cause. It's very stubborn, and in a way very self-centered of her, and as much as I love the stories, I think alot less of Bonnie because of it, but I appreciate her effort to make sure everyone knows she loves them.
WaxPhilosophicover 2 years agoI'd say I loved this story. But then someone would say, "I loved it more." And I'd have to say, "Not possible." It's the comfortable and relatable little interactions like those that really bring your characters to life. Looking forward to the next installment.
FranziskaSissyalmost 3 years agoYou ripping my heart as well in parts ...... Not shure if its just a fantasy or part of a tale tou walked through ...... Im so taken, as out of own experiences, the knowledge of loosing a soulmate is so unbelievably painful so dramatic so indiscribable ..... The holes in heart and soul cant be filled anymore and the life goes on, but its truly not worth it anymore ...... So i do understand your statement, how much tears you shed writing this ....... Thank you and take your time to recover and fweling the love for your love ....... All the best for you
LargoKittalmost 3 years agoCandy, I can feel that you are able to really identify with your characters and that gives them authenticity. You could give more energy to your stories by really trimming in the second or thierd draft. Keep an eye out for repeated words or phrases, especially in consecutive sentences. Details should serve the story not just tell what happened next. We don't need to know she took her blouse off until something is happening by that reveal. Show or rather feel, don't tell. What is an orgasm, to you, and thus for Virginia? How is it unique to her? Okay to write in the third person to show the whole story but still reall get inside one characters head. Keep up the good work.
Billyslateabout 3 years agoWonderful Story / Sad Reading It:
We all know of Bonnie's early death in previous Virginia stories, however it was difficult reading her POV, since Bonnie alluded to her death throughout the story. I think both both Virginia and Kathy realized that Bonnie was experiencing a difficult time, however "respected & loved her totally🎉"; therefore, neither one aggressively questioned her regarding the excessive tearing up on several occasions.
It was quite interesting with Bonnie's "premonition of death" being experienced the form of Dreams-Nausea-Restlessness, since it appears she had not yet received her diagnosis for having Terminal Cancer!
Another Awesome Story From Virginia's World!!
