A Friend’s Mother’s Last Words: My good friend, Laura Skilbeck, kept a note of what her mother said during her final moments. Like many people who have read it, I felt the need to share it.
I wake up,
And forget how miraculous that is,
For today could be The Day,
I don’t go to bed;
I was with you when you received the news,
I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.
“He nearly died. And now there’s something wrong with his brain.”
How amazing would it be,
If the stars only came out once a year.
“What did you get for Christmas?”
The teacher was going around the classroom.
Shadows of non-being,
The addictive past
You consider the dark years to be from 17 to 21. You were full of uncertainties, insecurities, self-doubt, angry ambition, and pain.
Your grandad died when you was 12. It was the summer holidays, and surprisingly you do remember the sun.
Flash non-fiction inspired by the old man who died outside my parents’ home, when I was a teenager.