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Topic: AMAZING (04/19/18)
- TITLE: A Moment in Time
By Amy Gaudette
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Hunched and wearied from nearly ninety three years of living Anne gazed out the front window. Her eyesight dulled, and her mind brittle.
“Amber, you see them, don’t you? The circus people dancing in the treetops. They seem to be swaying in time to the breeze.”
Anne’s gaze was filled with wonder.
Amber smiled and patted her hand, concern furrowing in the lines of her face.
“How about a nice cup of hot tea, Anne?”
“Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you.”
That evening, Amber washed Anne and readied her for bed.
“One, two, three, up. Good. Now hold tight to the walker and turn. Ready? You can sit down now. Your bed is right under you.”
“Weee!” Anne cheered as she swung her legs up and into bed.
Amber prayed with Anne and their goodnights were said.
“Amber, I called you last night but you didn’t come.” Anne’s face paled.
“Are you sure? Let’s test the com. I’ll go upstairs and you buzz me.”
Amber ran upstairs, and the question weighed heavily on her heart. What was happening to Anne at night?
Loudly, she heard the com system announce its heart-stopping, late-at-night buzzing. I guess it’s working fine. She headed back down.
“I heard you loud and clear, Anne. I’m sure I’ll hear you tonight if you need me.”
“Make sure you come. There was a man in my room last night. I must see the clock at all times. He wanted to take my clock.”
“I’ll make sure he can’t take your clock.” Amber stroked Anne’s silky white hair.
“Thank you, Amber.”
Night terrors continued with increasing frequency. Amber was not sure how much more she could take, waking night after night with her heart pounding at the screaming coming from Anne’s room. Amber would pull on her shorts and run down the stairs. Sometimes bringing comfort, but most of the time having no effect at all.
One Friday evening, Amber tucked Anne into bed. She had only been up for two hours during the day. She had even refused her tea. A chill wrapped itself around Amber’s body. She wrestled with fear and apprehension about what awaited them that night.
Amber woke from a dead sleep. No sounds. No buzz. What had woken her? She headed down the stairs, worried. Anne was too quiet. Amber entered into her room, the glow of her alarm clock displaying just enough light to capture Anne’s face in the moment where time stands still, and eternity opens. The moment that heaven meets earth and the Glory descends, and all that was muddied, tiresome, and burdensome fades away. Pain is obliterated. Shame dissolves into nothingness. Anne was going to heaven. Amber fell on her knees beside Anne’s bed and grabbed her hand. There was no fear at all, only peace.
Tears ran down Amber’s face. Her heart was overwhelmed with what she had been so privileged to witness. She leaned over and kissed Anne’s cheek.
“Good-bye, my friend. For now.”
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