gone.

Jack Tait jumped off his shitty couch in his shitty house..  he heard a knock at the door.  it was 3am and he was still quite drunk from the day before.  he walked nakedly to the door and opened it up.  a white man with a white suit handed Jack a piece of paper and then turned around and walked away.  “hey you…who are you and what is this?”  Jack screamed at the man.  the man didn’t answer back.  he kept walking and walking.  the snow and wind blowing in his wrinkled face.  “HEY…I’M TALKING TO YOU.  WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???”  the man continued to walk.  continued to ignore.  “FUCK YOU.  YOU HEAR ME.  FUCK YOU!!!”  Jack Tait hated people who ignored him.  he also hated people who didn’t ignore him.
  Jack Tait returned inside and closed the door behind him.  he sat back on his shitty purple couch and opened up the letter.  a blank face suddenly appeared on Jack’s beaten and weathered face as Jack read the note.  he continued to read.  continued to be blank.  he quietly put the note down and walked out the door.  he hopped on his blue tricycle and rode to the end of his driveway in the middle of nowhere.  he passed the man in the white suit but didn’t say a word.  some things are more important than others.  Jack Tait rode and rode and then rode some more.  his face covered in snow.  after three grueling hours of riding in the snow and through crunchy puddles Jack Tait arrived at a lonely hospital in a lonely town.  everything white.  Jack nakedly jumped off of his tricycle and ran inside.  his one ball bouncing around.  he swung open the front doors and entered the hospital.  he searched rooms and searched for people but failed on both searches.  he ran down one floor then two and three and four and then suddenly found THE ROOM.  he peeked inside and saw an old lonely lady laying on a shitty white bed.  she was cold.  sad.  lonely.  tired.  pale.  Jack said, “HI MOM.”  Jack’s Mom said, “HI JACK.”  “are you okay?” Jack continued.
“no Jack.  I had a heart attack…well…not really.  but something like it.”
“what do you mean Mom?”
“I had a cardio myopathy…they call it Broken Heart Syndrome.”
“really?  broken heart syndrome.?”
“yes Jack.  I’m old you know.”
“no you’re not Mom.  you’re still young.”
“I’m eighty- six Jack.  I’m going to die soon.”
Jack paused and looked at his Mom.  his Mom looked back.  two lonely people looking into the eyes of each other and wishing things were different.  wishing they could live together again.  play together again.  eat dinners together again.  watch hockey together again.  have Christmas together again.  go on trips together again.  even fight together again. 
Jack Tait walked up to his Mom and held her hand and kissed her on the right cheek.  he said “I love you Mom.  I really do.  you are and have always been an amazing person.  an amazing Mother.  I love you so much.”
“I love you too Jack.”
Jack let go and began to walk away.  his Mom focusing on his every move.  Jack Tait was almost out the door when he turned around and stopped.  he stared.  he cried.
“I will miss you Mom… I will really miss you.”
and with that Jack exited his Mom’s life forever.  a woman Jack knew for sixty years was suddenly going to be gone.  not enough time for words.  not enough time for redemption.  not even enough time for one last dinner.
gone.