by Olivia Emisar

Created on: October 07, 2009

Death and other beginnings

She was going to be troublesome. He just knew it. She had that look of acceptance and curiosity. The corners of her lips turning upwards in a peaceful smile and her countenance looking serene, but he just knew it was going to be rough to travel with this one. These old ones always thought they had all the answers and registered their complaints all the way out.

With a sigh of acceptance, he acknowledged his new charge smiling at him. She could see him and put a finger to her lips and winked at him. It would be their little secret that she could see him and she turned her attention to her sobbing daughters, muttered nice things to them, reassured them that she was going to a better place and that she was ready to go.

The wailing became louder, the grief uncomfortably palpable and he just sunk into the dark corner of the hospital room wanting for this long goodbye to be over and done with. Unfortunately for him, it was not going to be so easy. She had to make sure that they were all okay, that they remember where she had stashed some of her possessions, advice on how to raise her precious grandchildren and lastly, marital advice that had been unrequested, but she felt an urgent need to impart her thoughts and feelings about both her daughter's marriages. She made them promise to be there for each other no matter what happened or how it happened. She needed reassurances that they both would be what she could no longer be for them; the wailing, the promises, the hugs, the kisses, and the final acceptance for all involved that this was the dreaded moment to say a last goodbye.

Finally, she looked over to the corner in his direction with a weak smile and said goodbye to her children while letting out a final breath. He could hear them sobbing but it was becoming distant, detached, almost muffled. It was always like that when his new charge would approach him and both of them would move on into the other realms.

She was now next to him, still retaining those peculiar facial expressions that were so very human and looking at him with the expectation of a child destined to a new and exciting adventure. He was familiar with Disneyland; he had observed these humans in that environment and could make the correlation between the very innocent seeing magic for the first time and these old folks expecting to be wowed for the first time in decades.

Mable, that is what she was called when alive, was no different; she had that look of

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