
Norse reached into his pocket and withdrew his small leather bound note book. It was black Italian leather. He posted all his secret thoughts in here. He was battling lung cancer and his new born had just been born a few days ago. He looked at his son in his his wife's Neilas arms, she was smiling holding him and singing a lullaby to sooth the child to sleep. Norse walked over to her and planted a kiss on her head. “ You truly are as beautiful as the first day I met you.” He said. She looked up and smiled. “Norse hes beautiful.” She uttered. Norse worked most of his life for a privet cyber security company. He would code programs tirelessly. He was working on his last contract for the company before he would put in for his retirement. He was fifty-five and had worked most his life.
He hadn't told his wife about his cancer. He didn't want her to stress out over it. He had figured he lived a pretty fulfilled life. But his biggest regret was he never got to live his dreams out. He had secretly wished most of his life to publish his works he jotted down in his note book. He sighed a sigh of regret. Life is precious he thought. He lived in a quite town south of Manchester NH.
The rain had come pouring down soaking the roads in an early spring rainfall. There still where no leafs on the trees yet. It was about forty four degrees out. Norse had an old Chevy truck. He Kissed his wife and told her he would be back. He was driving to the bank. He wanted to get his finances in order so she would be all set when that time finally came. He stepped out of the truck and held in his breath before he walked into the bank. The teller came over to him. “ Welcome to Gales Fellows Credit Union!” He greeted her and asked about speaking with a Financial adviser. When he finally got done in the bank the sun had set. He Took a deep breath and started to cough violently. He wiped away blood and got in his truck. He turned on his truck lights. His book sat on the seat next to him. He reached in his coat and pulled out a piece of paper. He stuck it in the book.
He was going down the road leading to his house when a car came peeling off fast around the corner. The rain had made it very hard to see on the road. The car slammed into His truck head first. Norse was jolted from his seat. He slammed into the steeling wheel and the impact had knocked him out.
“Norse! Norse!” A voice called out. It was pitch black and he couldn't see. When he opened his eyes he could make out his wife's face. He was in a hospital bed hooked up to a ventilator. He tried to speak but pain surged through his body. The doctor came in and Neila was in tears. “He awoke she was frantically trying to tell the doctor. The doctor looked at her and said something. He was holding an x-ray chart in his hand. She began to cry. He had tried to speak but nothing came out. Suddenly He began to code on the bed. The doctors rushed in and wheeled him away.
Neila grabbed his leather bound book off the table and was forced to wait in the waiting room as they rushed him to the I.C.U. Hours latter the Doctor came out with a sober look on his face. Neila knew she would never see him again. She began to break down in tears. The Doctor tried to comfort her.
Ten-years latter in June it was a hot summer day. Neila was watching her son Nemin play out side. She missed Norse and wished he was hear to see this. Every week she would visit his grave. She never opened his black leather bond book. She felt like he wouldn't want her peering into his personal life. She worked to pay the house. The insurance money he left was not a lot. She kept the book on her night stand. She had a head ache and wanted to lay down. When she was getting in bed her arm bumped the table and the book fell on the floor. An envelop fell out. It had her name on it. She almost began to cry. She slowly ran her fingers over it. And she decided to open it. On a paper was a drawing of her holding her new born son. The words at the bottom said. “I will always love you sunshine”. She looked and a bank note was stapled to it. It was a ten year bond. It was for 20,000. She was breathless. She held the bank note in her hands as tears ran down her face.
About the Creator
Shane Gerry
Shane Gerry is a poet from Brattleboro Vermont. His passion for poetry captivates the reader. He draw's his inspiration from life ,and personal experience. Some may consider his work dark. Like life ,it offers a wide variety.




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