Tuesday Tales - I'm a Survivor
“When I made
this decision, I didn’t have to think. I moved into action mode and wanted to
get it done. Now, I wonder, will I ever dance at my sister’s wedding? Will I even
be invited?”
“Marty, you’re
an incredible man, with a huge heart. I’m only sorry I didn’t see it sooner. I suppose
I did, I just pretended it was all a lie.”
I was so
torn, I still loved Lola, but, I couldn’t forget what she did. Every time I see
Sharlyn, I see Lola. The beautiful younger version, full of the goodness and
kindness Lola never had. I knew it from the beginning, but, I’d hope she would
change.
People don’t
change. “Lola, if I’m lucky enough to be a part of Sharlyn’s life, I don’t know
how to do it and avoid you. It kills me so much inside, wanting you so much,
loving you so much. I don’ t know how to let go, I long for you down to my
soul. You could be the death of me.” Why the hell did I want to say these
things? Something about the possibility of death makes people say the words
locked within their heart. Lola was locked within my heart, and I was merely a
prisoner in hers.
“We have to
think Sharlyn will pull through this. She has to. I won’t accept anything less.”
A knock on
the door interrupted anymore drivel I would spout to Lola. It didn’t do any
good.
“So, Marty,
how are you today?” The doctor eyed Lola. I don’t believe a person alive could
ignore her.
“I’m okay,
still sore, but, I’m not complaining.”
“You still
have a fever, we will have to keep you until we make sure the infection is
gone.”
“I understand,
doc, it is what it is.” I had to ask, I could only hope he’d tell me. “How is Sharlyn?”
The doctor
sighed, flipping through a clipboard. “She’s fighting, that girl is a fighter
for sure. I can’t say much more.”
Dear Lord,
Sharlyn may have more of Lola’s best than I ever realized. A fighter. Just like
her momma.
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