The Climactic Counsel

A few drops dribbled down the eyes As she opened them after a deep slumber of almost 8 hours to be exact. and the water from the tap did little to clear the dust and stop the on-flow as it kept coming down her cheeks. The memory of the current dream resolved all the guilty conscience and too many words would be too little to say to store this series of thought. Whenever she woke at this early hour, she would go get the papers from her grand-Daddy's room, recollects she, as she looks into the mirror. There, he is lying in his bed, where I lay now, and how strange that he should be there, when I know he's gone. Yet, there he is, and I walk into his room and I ask him the question in mind, "You really haven't gone, na?", says I to which he replies, "Not yet, dear, not yet, but I will I feel it........ .....but I am here now, to tell you to work hard, and don't worry or be sad for me, it is just to happen. Your end's too far. I've worked my best out of all that I've got, now is your time to learn, so don't think of anything you couldn't do for me which is the first human thought after a death, instead think of all that I taught...... .....now I'll get my peace and we'll meet soon." And I stood there, wondering which words to pick, and I didn't want to commit the last mistake, so I told him what I couldn't then, "Daddy, I was sorry I couldn't look into your eyes, and I didn't even get to hug you or kiss you goodbye.", I grabbed my last chance this time as I hugged and kissed him, and let him lie there in peace, I went away and so did that dream. So, we'll meet, let's not worry, thought she and got the papers from outside, taking it into her grandfather's room where they always were. She switched on the T.V. and got onto the bed, now a little comfort she found, just in the eyes and the smile she embraced.