A tear came down my face,her eyes closed for the last time,my daughter who was five had just died of cancer,I wept ,the doctors let me stay until they had to move the body, me and wife planned a funeral with only family members I felt a tear again.That was new to me too,after they took her I left the hospital,weak and filled with hate and anger I found my car and climbed in,' You buckled up Jessie.' I almost asked the empty seat,Jessie was my daughter's name .Taking my time in doing this I drove home finding long ways home,the only person I wanted to was my wife,' Jessie,'I cried I suddenly then pull my car over slamming on my brakes.In the rreview mirror I saw Jessie she was waving her arms out to me smiling,'Jessie.' The image was gone I started the car up the again,she was dead that was just an image,I told myself I needed to pull together family came first I still had a wife,a son Scotty and two other daughters Ann and Sabel to care for, we will all grieve,in time together and separately. But still she was only five,the toughest person I would have too deal with would be my wife,Angel,she loved Jessie cared for her just like the other children did.
There it was my house of the past ten years we had lived,I slowly pulled in the circular driveway
the family was sitting there on the swing set on the front porch waiting for me.My children ran up to see me as I got out of the car closing the door behind me,I said holding back tears,' Goodbye Jessie .' I turned my other children running up to me and hugging me,I did not say anything but shook my head.My wife st on the swing and she saw my reaction,this was gonna to be a long process to be sure,but death was never easy,it depended on how you handled it .to be continued.As I sat next to me wife she collapsed in my arms I saw Jessie again.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
Happy Halloween. A volume of Horrible Haunts & Twisted Tales taken from the horror books La Belle Rouge has written every October for a decade and a half. If you have read her works in the horror genre, you know the invitation is for you to enjoy thr
