Post by Bee on Jul 31, 2009 13:32:39 GMT
He had promised to look after India, he had given his word to her that he would not let anything happen to her. Now she could let go, she knew that nothing at all would keep her alive, and now that she had the peace of mind that her daughter would be looked after she didn’t need anything else in the world.
She was slipping away from him, he had begged her not to go, she had asked him to look after India and keep her safe, and he was reluctant to give his word because he knew she would go. He heard the final beep indicating the end of her life and numbly he stood up and gave her one last kiss and walked out.
His mother tried to confront him at the doorway, ask him what’s happening he ignored this and kept walking. Once he was out in the car park he threw a punch into his car and cracked his windscreen. He collapsed next to his car weeping and completely unable to control any limb in his body.
It had started off as a bright sunny day, she was leaving to go north with her family, and as soon as he wrapped up his work and school down here in a few months, he was leaving too. They had joked around all morning kissing and cuddling as much as possible, like they were making up for the four month period that they wouldn’t be able to do this. He was also spending as much time with India before she left with her mum too, he was going to miss her but he knew that it would be better for the three of them if he finished his VCE.
He had put India in the car seat and spent another ten minutes saying goodbye to his wife before she left. His father in law and mother in law had recently rekindled their romance and all four were leaving together to begin a new life. He couldn’t wait to finish his VCE and join them. So as he happily waved their car off he didn’t expect the devastating news awaiting him just one hour later.
His mother had delivered him the news of a car accident, his first initial thought was fear for his newborn daughter’s life. His mother had said that she was strapped in and she had not been injured. He was then reluctant to ask about his wife, his mother didn’t give him an answer just told him to get himself to the hospital right away.
Relief hit him when he walked in and saw his father in law holding India, he quickly kissed his daughters head and asked where his wife’s room was. 503 his head kept telling him, she’s in 503, if she’s got a room she has to be ok right?. “Declan” she had whimpered as he walked in.
He saw that she had at least ten tubes sticking out of various parts of her body. That’s when he realised that she may not get through this.
“Baby” he had said coming over, “I love you”.
“I love you too” she told him, “Promise me, promise me that you will look after India”.
“We’ll look after India, Didge, you and me” he told her, “for the rest of our lives” he began to cry.
“Declan promise me that you will look after India” She had insisted.
He looked down at her, she was fighting for her life, he knew that she was not letting herself go until she had heard this.
“I promise” he said tears running freely down his face.
The funeral was one of the hardest days he had faced in his mere eighteen years. He had to plan it himself because Didge had put him down in her will to do it. He had chosen the church he had married her just one month prior. He figured that this is the place that they had shared their happiest moments so she could be at peace here. The flowers were simple, daffodils and daisy’s, his wife had never been keen on the flower thing.
As he drove up to the church being more careful then he’d ever been in a car because his daughter was in the back. He sat there for a while taking in his surroundings knowing that he was early for the funeral anyway. The church was in a small town, probably about sixty people all up. The landscape was dry, his car covered in dust, from driving down the main road. Trees were scattered all through the paddock behind the church and there was also a small cemetery there. He choked back tears as he sat looking at the graveyard and more so the open grave at the front awaiting his wife’s delicate body.
He heard a soft whimpering behind him, he had insisted on taking India everywhere with him wanting to comply with his dead wife’s last wishes. He undid his seatbelt and reached behind his seat to undo his daughter’s seatbelt and retrieve her. India was dressed in a little black dress with black tights and tiny black shoes. He had had a hard time dressing her that morning but he wouldn’t let his mother do it, he was bawling his eyes out, so was India, but he was thinking about how much she resembled Didge.
“Shh baby girl” he tried to calm her as he saw other cars start to pull up.
He decided to get out of his car not wanting to watch the coffin bearer come, he took India inside and sat in the front seat starting at the podium that would soon hold a coffin. At first he was unsure whether he should have open coffin or not, although she had no visible injuries to her he had thought that other people may not want to see her body but he decided to have it open because he wanted that.
Suddenly there she was, pale but she looked peaceful. He went over and using his free hand stroked her brown locks and told her he loved her. He told her that he was now holding their daughter and she missed her mummy, then he begged her to come back. His mother came up behind him as he begged and hugged him. The rest of the funeral was a blur for him, a blur of endless speeches and tears. He had gotten up to do a speech at one point but after standing there for about five minutes in silence his mother had ushered him off and done the speech herself.
Didgeica
My beautiful wife
Nothing compares to the love I feel when I think of you, you were my one and only, you always will be. Our daughter will grow up hearing stories about her mum and how courageous and caring she was. I will make sure, beautiful Didgeica, that India knows that she has a mummy up in heaven looking down at her and that her mum loved her more then anything in the world.
I love you more then anything on this planet.
Your husband Declan.
After the funeral they had gone to the morning tea that he had prepared for all of them. He barely heard the condolences that people gave him, he didn’t care, none of them were in his situation to lie in her bed night after night gazing around at the pictures she had put up on the walls. He had left the last glass of water that she had put out the night before giving birth to India. He didn’t want to move it as if it was one last living monument of her presence on the earth. A few people had asked him if they could hold India but he had declined their offers.
He was dreading the burial but he went back into the church to have a final few moments with her before they closed and nailed the lid shut. He weeped again at seeing that she had not somehow come back to him. He kissed his wife’s head and gave the ok for the coffin to be shut forever.
The next thing he knew he was standing on the dusty landscape watching the coffin be lowered six feet under. He handed his daughter to his mother and began to fill the hole, he found this to be very medicating to his soul, but he still wouldn’t let his daughter out of his sight.
The man of forty years old finished writing this on his computer reminiscing his past. India was now twenty-two and wanted to know more about her mother because she was now pregnant with her first child. Reminiscing like this helped him remember what married life was like. Although he had had a few girlfriends after his wife he had never gotten close with any of them.
India had asked all through her childhood who her mother was, at first he had choked up at trying to tell her where her mother went but eventually he became more comfortable with it and the stories had come pouring out. India loved them and often enough he would have to tell them to her before bedtime.
The first time he had taken his daughter to Didge’s grave she had laid down on the grass above the coffin and hugged the ground telling her mother that she loved her.
“Do you think that mummy would have liked that?” India had asked later in the car ride home.
“What do you mean?” Declan asked her.
“If she was alive and I hugged her and told her I loved her would she like that?” India asked.
“She would have loved it” Declan smiled.
As India grew the questions continued, Declan was always happy to give answers to them because it helped him reminisce on the times he shared with her too.
“How did mummy die?” India asked one day out of the blue.
Declan choked on his toast, “Don’t ask questions” he told her.
“You never had a problem before dad” she said, “was her death gruesome?”.
“India” He warned her.
“SO it was gruesome?” she asked.
“India, no, I don’t want to talk about it” he told her.
“Why not?” India asked, “I deserve to know, she’s my mother”.
Declan looked defeated, “Fine sit down though”.
“Why?” India sat down.
“Your mother died in a car accident, the last thing she ever said to me was to take care of you” He told her.
India digested this, “So you wouldn’t have taken care of me?”.
“No, I’m your dad, I love you” Declan said, “I just want you to know that your mother loved you more then anything and she would do anything to be kept here with you”.
“Hey Dad” India walked in, “What are you writing?”.
Declan hit the print button, “Something for you”.
“What is it?” she asked.
He handed her the printed copy of his wife’s death and funeral, “It’s for you so that you can get to know your mother a little better”.
India looked at her father in concern, “Are you ok dad?”.
He looked at his daughter sadly, “I’m just remembering your mother”.
“Dad have a feel of this” India grabbed his hand and placed it over her stomach.
He smiled, “He’s a kicker isn’t he?”.
“I think so, Brad wants him to be a footy player” India said.
“be like grandad” Declan smiled.
this is also one that i wrote ages ago, when i was first informed of Didges Death, and i was depressed
She was slipping away from him, he had begged her not to go, she had asked him to look after India and keep her safe, and he was reluctant to give his word because he knew she would go. He heard the final beep indicating the end of her life and numbly he stood up and gave her one last kiss and walked out.
His mother tried to confront him at the doorway, ask him what’s happening he ignored this and kept walking. Once he was out in the car park he threw a punch into his car and cracked his windscreen. He collapsed next to his car weeping and completely unable to control any limb in his body.
It had started off as a bright sunny day, she was leaving to go north with her family, and as soon as he wrapped up his work and school down here in a few months, he was leaving too. They had joked around all morning kissing and cuddling as much as possible, like they were making up for the four month period that they wouldn’t be able to do this. He was also spending as much time with India before she left with her mum too, he was going to miss her but he knew that it would be better for the three of them if he finished his VCE.
He had put India in the car seat and spent another ten minutes saying goodbye to his wife before she left. His father in law and mother in law had recently rekindled their romance and all four were leaving together to begin a new life. He couldn’t wait to finish his VCE and join them. So as he happily waved their car off he didn’t expect the devastating news awaiting him just one hour later.
His mother had delivered him the news of a car accident, his first initial thought was fear for his newborn daughter’s life. His mother had said that she was strapped in and she had not been injured. He was then reluctant to ask about his wife, his mother didn’t give him an answer just told him to get himself to the hospital right away.
Relief hit him when he walked in and saw his father in law holding India, he quickly kissed his daughters head and asked where his wife’s room was. 503 his head kept telling him, she’s in 503, if she’s got a room she has to be ok right?. “Declan” she had whimpered as he walked in.
He saw that she had at least ten tubes sticking out of various parts of her body. That’s when he realised that she may not get through this.
“Baby” he had said coming over, “I love you”.
“I love you too” she told him, “Promise me, promise me that you will look after India”.
“We’ll look after India, Didge, you and me” he told her, “for the rest of our lives” he began to cry.
“Declan promise me that you will look after India” She had insisted.
He looked down at her, she was fighting for her life, he knew that she was not letting herself go until she had heard this.
“I promise” he said tears running freely down his face.
The funeral was one of the hardest days he had faced in his mere eighteen years. He had to plan it himself because Didge had put him down in her will to do it. He had chosen the church he had married her just one month prior. He figured that this is the place that they had shared their happiest moments so she could be at peace here. The flowers were simple, daffodils and daisy’s, his wife had never been keen on the flower thing.
As he drove up to the church being more careful then he’d ever been in a car because his daughter was in the back. He sat there for a while taking in his surroundings knowing that he was early for the funeral anyway. The church was in a small town, probably about sixty people all up. The landscape was dry, his car covered in dust, from driving down the main road. Trees were scattered all through the paddock behind the church and there was also a small cemetery there. He choked back tears as he sat looking at the graveyard and more so the open grave at the front awaiting his wife’s delicate body.
He heard a soft whimpering behind him, he had insisted on taking India everywhere with him wanting to comply with his dead wife’s last wishes. He undid his seatbelt and reached behind his seat to undo his daughter’s seatbelt and retrieve her. India was dressed in a little black dress with black tights and tiny black shoes. He had had a hard time dressing her that morning but he wouldn’t let his mother do it, he was bawling his eyes out, so was India, but he was thinking about how much she resembled Didge.
“Shh baby girl” he tried to calm her as he saw other cars start to pull up.
He decided to get out of his car not wanting to watch the coffin bearer come, he took India inside and sat in the front seat starting at the podium that would soon hold a coffin. At first he was unsure whether he should have open coffin or not, although she had no visible injuries to her he had thought that other people may not want to see her body but he decided to have it open because he wanted that.
Suddenly there she was, pale but she looked peaceful. He went over and using his free hand stroked her brown locks and told her he loved her. He told her that he was now holding their daughter and she missed her mummy, then he begged her to come back. His mother came up behind him as he begged and hugged him. The rest of the funeral was a blur for him, a blur of endless speeches and tears. He had gotten up to do a speech at one point but after standing there for about five minutes in silence his mother had ushered him off and done the speech herself.
Didgeica
My beautiful wife
Nothing compares to the love I feel when I think of you, you were my one and only, you always will be. Our daughter will grow up hearing stories about her mum and how courageous and caring she was. I will make sure, beautiful Didgeica, that India knows that she has a mummy up in heaven looking down at her and that her mum loved her more then anything in the world.
I love you more then anything on this planet.
Your husband Declan.
After the funeral they had gone to the morning tea that he had prepared for all of them. He barely heard the condolences that people gave him, he didn’t care, none of them were in his situation to lie in her bed night after night gazing around at the pictures she had put up on the walls. He had left the last glass of water that she had put out the night before giving birth to India. He didn’t want to move it as if it was one last living monument of her presence on the earth. A few people had asked him if they could hold India but he had declined their offers.
He was dreading the burial but he went back into the church to have a final few moments with her before they closed and nailed the lid shut. He weeped again at seeing that she had not somehow come back to him. He kissed his wife’s head and gave the ok for the coffin to be shut forever.
The next thing he knew he was standing on the dusty landscape watching the coffin be lowered six feet under. He handed his daughter to his mother and began to fill the hole, he found this to be very medicating to his soul, but he still wouldn’t let his daughter out of his sight.
The man of forty years old finished writing this on his computer reminiscing his past. India was now twenty-two and wanted to know more about her mother because she was now pregnant with her first child. Reminiscing like this helped him remember what married life was like. Although he had had a few girlfriends after his wife he had never gotten close with any of them.
India had asked all through her childhood who her mother was, at first he had choked up at trying to tell her where her mother went but eventually he became more comfortable with it and the stories had come pouring out. India loved them and often enough he would have to tell them to her before bedtime.
The first time he had taken his daughter to Didge’s grave she had laid down on the grass above the coffin and hugged the ground telling her mother that she loved her.
“Do you think that mummy would have liked that?” India had asked later in the car ride home.
“What do you mean?” Declan asked her.
“If she was alive and I hugged her and told her I loved her would she like that?” India asked.
“She would have loved it” Declan smiled.
As India grew the questions continued, Declan was always happy to give answers to them because it helped him reminisce on the times he shared with her too.
“How did mummy die?” India asked one day out of the blue.
Declan choked on his toast, “Don’t ask questions” he told her.
“You never had a problem before dad” she said, “was her death gruesome?”.
“India” He warned her.
“SO it was gruesome?” she asked.
“India, no, I don’t want to talk about it” he told her.
“Why not?” India asked, “I deserve to know, she’s my mother”.
Declan looked defeated, “Fine sit down though”.
“Why?” India sat down.
“Your mother died in a car accident, the last thing she ever said to me was to take care of you” He told her.
India digested this, “So you wouldn’t have taken care of me?”.
“No, I’m your dad, I love you” Declan said, “I just want you to know that your mother loved you more then anything and she would do anything to be kept here with you”.
“Hey Dad” India walked in, “What are you writing?”.
Declan hit the print button, “Something for you”.
“What is it?” she asked.
He handed her the printed copy of his wife’s death and funeral, “It’s for you so that you can get to know your mother a little better”.
India looked at her father in concern, “Are you ok dad?”.
He looked at his daughter sadly, “I’m just remembering your mother”.
“Dad have a feel of this” India grabbed his hand and placed it over her stomach.
He smiled, “He’s a kicker isn’t he?”.
“I think so, Brad wants him to be a footy player” India said.
“be like grandad” Declan smiled.
this is also one that i wrote ages ago, when i was first informed of Didges Death, and i was depressed
