Chapter Twenty-OneA Chapter by Cre8nFrmWithnA visit...Chapter Twenty-One “Daddy, can we go to
the park today?” Darren was sitting in his favorite chair that faced the television
but he wasn’t paying attention to the figures.
The blue and white cat chased behind the tan colored mouse all over the
cartoon house but it didn’t tickle him at all.
The children laughed and carried on like it was a normal Saturday. “Daddy?” “Daddy, do you hear me?” “Yeah, yeah baby. I hear
you. You want to go to the park, right?” “Yup”, answered his son. “Sure, we can go. How about
now?” Anything to get him out of the
house. He needed the distraction. Later he’d go and visit Zen again but for the
time being, he knew he needed to be there for the twins. He hopped to his feet and clapped his hands. “Let’s go!” **** At the park, Darren chased the children about. The park was partially empty, just the way he
liked it. Crowds weren’t his thing. After sliding down yellow tubes and hanging
from monkey bars, he decided to take a break.
The bright blue bench looked welcoming, beckoning him to lighten the load. He sat with his eyes closed, feeling the sunshine on his
face. Laughter drifted to his ears,
reminding him that the happiness of his babies were more important than
anything else during this trying time. “You look pooped”, a friendly voice stated. It jolted Darren from his peace and he almost
leaped from the bench. Beside him,
almost too close was a friendly face. The man was about forty-ish and athletic. He wore a pair of running shorts and matching
tee. His hair was whipped about his head,
giving him a comical appearance. When he
smiled, he glowed. Men didn’t glow, did
they? “Hey”, Darren responded.
“You scared the-“ “Sorry”, the stranger chuckled.
I didn’t mean to. I just sat down
when I felt I was about to pass out!” Darren watched the guy; he didn’t seem to be out of breath at all
but he didn’t pick up on a bad vibe.
“You run I take it.” “Sure do, here and there- everywhere. My name’s Steven.” He held out his hand for Darren to take. He stalled a bit, looking into the man’s
eyes. He saw kindness there, no reason
to fear. He grasped his hand and felt
strength there. A rush of, what was it? Goodness?
A rush of some sort of goodness ran through his fingers, up his arm and
into his chest. This was a good guy…he
felt it! “Darren.” “Well, nice to meet you Darren.
I live around here but not really close.
I’m about three blocks away.” “Yeah, we are one block over.
We love it here.” “I used to love it more when my wife was alive. She died in an accident. Now I just come to watch the kids play, like
today. Any of them yours?” “The twins over there on the swings.” “They’re cute.” “Thanks.” Darren didn’t know what to say but felt he needed to keep the
communication going for some reason.
What was it about this guy that made him feel he needed to say
something? Silence was never a problem
for him. He used to stay away from
strangers, disliking the useless, empty chatter. Not this time. This guy made his tongue want to wag. “So Steve, what is it about you?
You seem different- not that I don’t like your company. You just, seem…friendly.” The man laughed. “I don’t
know. I get reactions like that all the
time. I guessed I’m blessed.” Darren glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “Blessed eh?”
He began to wonder if the guy was a Jesus Freak; here we go, he thought. “I’m not a Jesus Freak or anything, just a happy man who knows
when and when to not speak. I like to
share the word when it’s needed and to just be a friend. You looked like you needed a cheer or two so
I sat down to be friendly.” Darren’s eyebrows shot up and he gave a harrumph. He knew he needed something but it wasn’t a
friend. He needed his wife. What did this Steve know anyway? They sat in silence while watching the kids play. Others joined them, with their parents
sitting on distant benches, chattering on their mobile phones. The day was picture perfect. All seemed right with the world but it was an
illusion. Nothing would be right until
Zenolyn was home. He closed his eyes, seeing Zen with her smooth, creamy brown
skin. Her locs that hung to her collar,
framing her face just right- especially her eyes. Her eyes were covered with glasses but didn’t
hide the deep chestnut brown color. She
was an African Queen in his eyes and he gave a silent vow to make sure she
always knew it once she got home from the hospital. “I guess I’d better run”, Steven said while standing. “It was nice to meet you. Take care of those children.” “Thanks. Have a good day”,
Darren replied but when he opened his eyes, the man was gone. It was like he had never been there. Darren stood and looked in all directions but didn’t see him
anywhere. He heard Darian’s squeal of
delight and turned back to his children.
They were having a great time and he didn’t want to miss another minute
of it. *** Weeks passed with no change with Zenolyn. The doctors let Darren take her home since
she was breathing on her own and wasn’t having a problem with her intravenous
feedings. She was alive and kicking,
just unconscious. They were assigned a nurse, who would visit three to four times a
day to keep watch and care over Zen.
Darren couldn’t imagine changing his wife’s diaper so he paid extra for
the nurse to do those delicate duties.
She was a nice woman who seemed to be empathetic to the situation. She never complained and even spent time with
the twins. She was a life-saver. When Doris came by, the nurse was quiet and followed Darren and
his mother’s lead. She only spoke when
asked or when she saw something that was being done incorrectly. Nurse Ella was a blessing. One day when Darren arrived home, he found the nurse with the
children and Doris outside. He thought
it odd that they’d be out front but didn’t question. When he got out of the car, the children ran
to him and hugged his legs. It felt good
to have them squeeze so tight. He needed
all the love his family could give. Work wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d liked. The accounts were still thriving but he
wasn’t able to concentrate like he used to.
There were times when he’d awaken from a catatonic state, wondering what
he’d be working on. He was losing it and
eventually his boss would pick up on it but what else could he do? His wife was a vegetable! “How was your day Daddy?”
Damon was so cute, his tan face beaming with curiosity. “It was a hard working day babe.
Thank you for asking.” “You have a message by the phone.
A minister I think.” Oh great, Darren thought. Another visit from Pastor since I haven’t
attended since Zen’s accident I bet.
He didn’t want to go to church if his wife wasn’t there. Heck, he didn’t really want to go to church
but the kids needed to be there; he knew they needed Sunday School and the
messages that they’d never receive from him alone. His mom would pick up the slack.
He thanked his mom and walked into the house. By the phone was a message that read: Call
Stephen Minister 402-626-1131 Darren wasn’t
looking forward to the call but figured he should be considerate. After all, it was a church member who was
trying to help out. After dinner, I suppose. Nurse Ella worked
in two-hour incriments, around the clock.
Thankfully she lived nearby, allowing her time at home between
shifts. How long she’d be caring for Zen
was unknown but Darren was willing to pay her for private duty once the insurance
decided to whig out. He wanted his wife
in caring, capable hands. Evening arrived
quickly. Darren put the twins to bed and
sat down in his favorite chair. No
television, he didn’t want to hear anything but the quiet. When he finally remembered to return the call
to the Stephen’s Minister, it was about eight thirty. His stomach knotted on the rings but suddenly
relaxed when the connection clicked and a male familiar voice answered. “Hello?” “Yes, uh…this
is Darren Maysfield. I received a call
from-“ “Oh yes,
Darren. How are you this evening? I was hoping to hear from you.” “Yeah,
sorry. I have a lot on my plate but
that’s really no excuse.” “I
understand. So, it’s really a goal of
mine to meet with you at least once a week to talk. It can be at any location of your
choice. I can visit you in your home or
we can catch a cup of coffee.” “Oh,…okay.” Darren hadn’t planned on making a
commitment. He’d only acted on respect
in returning the call. “Darren, I
understand how you’re feeling right now.
You don’t know what to do and you feel as though a yes is equal to
donating a lung but relax, it’s not. I
just want to talk. Look at it like this,
you’re allowing me to finish my promise to the church. So I don’t let Pastor down. What do you say?” How do you say
no to a request like that? “Sure
thing. How about this Friday
afternoon? I get off work early and the
kids will still be in school.” “Sounds like a
plan. Where would you like to meet? You have a place in mind?” Darren thought
about it a moment and decided it was safer to meet on his territory. “Sure, come on by my place.” © 2012 Cre8nFrmWithnAuthor's Note
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Added on April 4, 2012 Last Updated on April 4, 2012 Tags: children, Stephen's Ministry, coping AuthorCre8nFrmWithnKirkwood, MOAboutMy name is Alyssa and I am a Domestic Homeschool Engineer. I like to write, leaving some details to the reader's imagination. I describe but do not wish to over-indulge. Many things are best when l.. more..Writing
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