Terri's Jack Lord Connection
Terri's Jack Lord Connection
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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me By Terri Whitman © 2-16-08 Movement, something was moving nearby along with low imperceptible voices. The pain eased to a soft dullness, fading with time. A shadow softly settled over the area. Is this how it’s going to be? The desire to fight rose several times. Each time it brought with it the pain. Surrender seemed the only path to escape the discomfort. Fighting is useless. Twice the ebbing force tried to leave and yet… It’s not time. Not now. Wait. I have more to do, to say. There was a strong sense of another presence. Anxious feelings transcended the area. Harsh emotional accusations voiced loudly. Anger rose now. Can’t they let it be? Why must they go on and on? It was bound to happen someday. The pain increased to an unbearable level. A mechanized noise shattered what little peace there was. All the voices seem to quite down with hushed urgent tones. A presence now felt had an odor to it. A very masculine odor. The testosterone aura was unmistakenable. It gave a sense of comfort though. Their vocal tones were soothing and yet challenging. These gave credence to the desire to fight but with it came the pain. ***** It wasn’t suppose to go this way. The betrayal was complete though. Reactions were slower than normal. Caught unawares, there was no time to respond to the warnings. The pain came suddenly. The cool damp ground comforted for only a minute. Got to move! Got to get to away! It felt like the air had been sucked out now. The effort to move strongly met with unbearable pain. Must fight! Must get to safety! The chest pain was the worst. It radiated through the chest and down the arms and legs. Nauseous, the desire to vomit was strong by the taste of the bile leaking up the throat. It didn’t help the pounding headache either. No, this isn’t the end. Not like this. A hand out of nowhere felt comforting. The voice encouraging saying help was on the way. Fight! Don’t led the horned devil win! Involuntary shivering started. The lethargy became stronger. The pain increased to an unbearable level. The sudden jarring sent the world spinning wildly. Loud squealing accompanied a caustic odor of something burning. When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see… Twice the bile came up along with copious amounts of blood. The combination of the coppery taste and the vile green liquid accompanied the increased pain felt everywhere. If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me… Screaming orders made the headache intensify tenfold. The feel of a strong arm felt comforting. I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say. Strangely, the scuffling sounds of feet seem to assure that friends were nearby. The feeling of assurance all around allowed the acceptance of the inevitable. Tears shed from broken hearts would mend with time. But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. ***** It’s beautiful today. The billowy storm clouds lent the right touch this morning. It looks like someone has thrown thousands of diamonds all over the place. My beloved, I can hardly wait until together we can watch our brood grow. My friends will make sure they will be watched over. The ceremonial procession, dressed in white, wound its way through the Valley of the Temples. Buddhist monks led the way. The coffin heavily draped with flowered leis and mali leaves sat on the platform above the open grave. A large framed picture rested on an easel facing the group as they approached. I knew he would follow our teaching. Ancestry is important to them, especially now. The pungent scent of incense whiffed on the breeze. Slowly the large procession took their places around the coffin. A light drizzle came down but stopped with the last words. A single beam of light broke through showing upon the picture of the departed. Take care of them, my friends. You are part of their ohana. Watch over them, guide them, and show them how to be good people. The eldest of the family came over handing over an envelope to the eldest of their ohana. Jaw muscles rippled as the reader contained their emotions who gave a silent nod, eyes tightly closed, handing over the papers to the shorter person next to them. A heavy tear filled sigh followed by a hard shallow were expressed before handing the sheets back. “It’s something that needs to be said to all of us. The author is unknown, but it expresses the right feelings. Let me read it to you.” When tomorrow starts without me*, and I'm not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too. But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for and so much yet to do, it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for awhile, I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized that this could never be, for emptiness and memories would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you." Today for life on earth is past but here it starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last, and since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past. But you have been so faithful, so trusting, and so true. Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free. So won't you take my hand and share my life with me? So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart. Stepping over to the picture, the reader looked down at it. A temporary headstone said only the name…no date of birth or of the death. Those who knew this person would not need any reminders. It said…Chin Ho Kelly.
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