Debb’s Story for Wednesday Stories 5/10/17
THE UNWELCOME VISITOR
Alice Rogley looked at the psychiatrist sitting near her bed. How long had she been in this place? It felt like months.
“So Mrs. Rogley, do you remember when you first came to the hospital?” Dr. Savas asked, pen and notepad in hand.
“You’ve been here a couple of days. We put you on some medications to help you through your trying time, and you seem to be on the mend,” Dr. Savas continued in a kind manner.
“Oh,” Alice tried to remember what had happened. She had never been hospitalized in a psychiatric unit. And now she had a raging headache.
“Your husband passed away a week ago, and when your son came over to the house to make a repair, you thought he was your husband, and talked out of your head. Nothing anyone could say could convince you otherwise; then the ambulance was called…”
“Is Roger really gone?” Alice asked, good memories flooding back into her heart and brain. She became really depressed then, increasingly more so by the minute. Tears fell silently down her middle-aged face. This face looked too young to belong to a widow.
“I don’t know what to do without Roger,” Alice started to cry as her fist pounded on the blanket. “He is my world, I mean WAS my world. The kids don’t care, you don’t care,” Alice accused Dr. Savas.
“Yes Alice, Roger is gone, but I have to correct you. Your children care, I care, and all your friends care. We’ll do everything we can to help you through this,” the psychiatrist murmured.
Weeks later, Alice was once again living at home, and she saw a therapist regularly.
Tell me about your husband,” the therapist began.
“He loved to take me on picnics. He was an officer in the Royal Army…Once he took
me on a ride in a rowboat. We went right under one of the bridges in London! For him, family was everything. He loved our son Gregory and his wife Lydia — oh, and our little granddaughter Melanie. (He doted on her, don’t you know!) Hmmm…Can you guess what he really loved too?”
“No — clocks! He made sure we had one in every room – even Melanie has one from him – light blue. I remember, Roger had all our clocks keeping perfect time. He fretted over those things if they were one second too slow or too fast! With him being in the military, everything precise is probably what he was going for at home.”
Then Alice became a little shy. She blushed and relayed a common saying amongst their friends. “Our friends say that he proposed marriage to me after he clicked his heels and saluted me!”
The next day, Alice dusted their anniversary clock.
“Stopped at five-forty-two! That’s when Roger died! Son of a gun, Roger! Of course I’ll never forget you.”
From that point, Alice engaged in life again. Roger had given her a helluva lifetime of memories.
Word count: 500 words