A possible side of life that you don't normally see

Another short story to ponder, and this one could bring a tear to your eye.

A final moment

            He stood there quietly, reminiscing about his life since his daughter was born. Before he had become a father he spent a lot of time just hanging around with friends, or tinkering with and cleaning his Dodge Charger. He was proud of the performance and condition of his car, it had been a wreck when he bought it. He found it in a wreckers yard when he was 17, and managed to talk the yard owner down to just $300 for the car. He put in all the time and money he could into it, and had it looking and working like new in less than a year.

           

            But the day his daughter was born, not even one thought of his car crossed his mind. He had just about finished shaving, when his wife urgently called him to come back to the bedroom. She was standing in a big puddle next to their bed with her hand on her stomach  trying to slow her breathing. They made it to the hospital quickly, but the car gained a few small dents and scratches during that trip. He was so distracted by his wife's pained breathing, that the bumps and the short scraping sounds never caught his attention.

            Seeing and hearing their baby for the first time intrigued him. But the first time he held her an intense awe like nothing ever before, flooded through him and brought his heart to his throat. She was so little and yet so perfect in his eyes, that he instantly fell in love with her. Since that day his pride was always for her, she never failed him. Even in school when she got a low mark for a test, he was still proud of her effort. After finishing school she got a job as a clerk, not the best of jobs but one she was content with.

            At the age of 23 here she was, standing there looking sadly at his bed. He watched with heartache, as the silent tears slowly tracked down her cheeks.

            Just a month ago, while driving home from work. He had just pulled up to the stop line at a traffic intersection, when a drunk driver haring down the road clipped the median curb and bounced straight for him. For the last month he had watched the doctors and nurses, coming and going several times a day to check his condition. But there was never any improvement, never any real hope that his brain would produce thought-waves again. She gave a little nod, and a nurse reached down and flicked a switch. The room that had been noisy for the past month was suddenly and unbearably silent.

            He tried one last time to tell her, to let her hear his love for her. He glanced down at himself laying unmoving on the bed, as his daughter broke down in sorrow and loss. Then bright white light started to flare around him... his last sight was of his grieving daughter desperately clutching his physical body's hand to her heart.

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