Startled awake by the 2am phone call that only meant one thing.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, I held my mother as sobs raked her body. The only grandparent I had ever known, his heart had stopped in his sleep.
93 years. Long and fully lived, never the right time. Questions left unanswered, stories hanging, so many lost opportunities. Is anyone ever ready?
Honey fills my nostrils, I feel him with me as I water the butterfly bush, his last gift to me. Cherish the blooms, the lavender sweet that reminds.
This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch Communications. July 15, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a breathless moment. Write about life.