My First Words to a Dead Man

My First Words to a Dead Man

A Story by PerpetuallyJune
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On death and remembering an old friend who is long gone. Inspired by a dream I had recently about someone I knew who passed away.

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 It happened the day before my birthday;
what year, I don't remember. 
He was setting out with friends on a well-deserved 
Long overdue fishing trip. 
It was all he ever wanted. 
Peace. Freedom. Fun. 
And then a drunk driver came roaring 
Towards his friend's truck 
On the wrong side 
Of the highway
And crashed into them
And all of them turned out okay
Except him
And the drunk girl. 
She died right then right there. 
I always wondered if it hurt her much. 
He was in the middle of the back seat
Where there's no shoulder strap on the seatbelt. 
It damaged him beyond repair
And his heart was already running on batteries. 
I don't want to know what his last thoughts were. 
I wasn't allowed to visit him in the hospital.
My mother said he wasn't recognizable anyway.
In all the controlled chaos she barely remembered to get me a birthday cake. 
It was nice. Cookies and cream. 
It's funny 
How I remember the flavor
But I don't remember what his last words to me were. 
It's funny how we don't pay attention
To that stuff. 
Don't predict the significance
Until later. 

I should've been nicer to him. 
They kept him on life support
For ten days. 
They didn't need to. 
My dad said he looked gone from the 
First moment he was plugged in. 

They should have let him go from the start.
I never saw him in his casket. 
Maybe that was for the better. 
All he wanted was to have fun, to laugh. 
To relax. To get away. 
That's all he ever wanted. 
I should have gotten to say goodbye. 
Years after it happened I got to see
Him again. 
He was dressed well, clean-shaven. 
He looked like he always did. 
A second father, 
such a close family friend he was to us. 
I should have told him how much he meant to me.
I would have been taller than he, now. 
That's how I know I was dreaming. 
I saw him and I ran up to him and 
When I hugged him
I only came up to his chest. 
I should be taller than him now.
And after all these years
Of never thinking about it
My first words to a dead man were
"I'm sorry I didn't go to see you one 
Last time. I'm so sorry."
He held me tightly, like he always did. 
He was always too kind to me. 
He used to swing me high in his arms
And I'd giggle and shout at him to put me down
And he'd bellow his whale of a laugh and set me down more gently than 
I ever deserved. 
He said to me, "I understand. I've missed you, though."
I asked him not to let go for a while. 
He's happy now, wherever he is. 
I don't believe in God and Heaven, but 
He did. 
So wherever 
He is,
He's happy now. 
And so my first words to a dead man
Are words of guilt and sorrow. 
The white woods whisper
Death isn't always quiet,  
That sometimes the dying cling on begging,
"Don't let me go."
It's funny how I was the one to say it
This time. 

© 2015 PerpetuallyJune


Author's Note

PerpetuallyJune
I wasn't too sure how to break the lines up, so I just did it as I felt the need to. What do you think of it?

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Added on August 20, 2015
Last Updated on August 20, 2015
Tags: death, loss, remembrance, dreams

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PerpetuallyJune
PerpetuallyJune

Madison, WI



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I'm a college student and musician from a small town in Washington state, attending college in Wisconsin. I write mostly prose and poetry, but dabble a little in short fictional stories. I'm a hopeles.. more..

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