I don’t know
how long I have until the police call to inform my parents I’ve died. I don’t
want to be around to watch. The reality of seeing my parents upset and not
being able to do a thing to comfort them and tell them that their son has lived
on in some way, would be too much to bear.
So I sit with
them. Watch them watch films they’ve seen a thousand times. They watch the film
they saw on their first date nearly twenty years ago. It just appears on TV
and their day is brightened. They sit and chat, my mum’s blonde hair
falling over my dad’s dressing gowned lap. It is a happy moment and I
understand what Benjamin was talking about. I know now that I would never mind
a single spirit sharing any one of my happy moments.
In this new
place, where simple existence and standing up straight can be scary, it’s
important to stop and remember what it was like to be human.
Because it’s
tempting to visit all my favourite memories, to see me at my happiest. But
that’s the easy way out. I have a new world to explore, with people I’ve loved
and lost. My grandparents are here somewhere. Out in the world, hand in hand.
And Penny is too, and I know she’s the same as me. If I would go and see my
parents first of all, then that’s where I’ll find her.
I stand up
just as the phone starts ringing. The landline in the hall we never use
anymore. Mum stands and walks past me, straightening her top. I know who’s on
the other end of the phone.
I follow her
and watch her pick it up. I can’t listen, I can’t, I can’t.
‘Hello,’ she
says, still laughing at a joke Dad just told.
The voice on
the other end is indistinct, but his tone, official and calm, tells me enough.
I watch her
face fall. I have to comfort her, I have to. I raise my hand, three inches from
her shoulder. But I know the discomfort I will give her.
‘Jude!’ she
almost screams.
I panic. I
retract my hand as she runs back to the living room. I run in the opposite
direction. I plough headlong towards the door and pass through it without even
meaning to.
I hear her before I leave;
the cry of unexplainable sadness that escapes her. It stays with me. I know it
will always stay with me.
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