Myrina's Story

A/N: there is death and funerals mentioned right at the beginning of this chapter. You've been warned.

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Myrina’s chestnut hair blew in the breeze as she walked behind the funeral procession. Her hazel eyes unseeing. Someone was leaning on her.

“Always  the strong one, that Myrina” she heard people say as she walked past.

But Myrina wasn’t strong. She just had no more tears left to shed. It was only 3 months ago that she was told of her husband’s disease. 3 months of fighting- of being told he would be coming home soon. After a surgery, she got a call from the doctor. He will be off assisted breathing in 2 days. He’ll be home soon.

Only he never came home.

She never saw him again, until he was cold in the bed. She didn’t hear from the doctor again, but got the phone call from the hospital at 230 in the morning. “Your husband’s status has changed” they said.

She ran to her car, driving so fast she broke speed limits and ran a red light. She knew something was wrong, but assumed she had some papers to sign. She was so wrong.

When she arrived, they wouldn’t let her in. Herm other in law who was also there said “He’s gone isn’t he.”

“No” Myrina said.

The nurse just looked at the two women in front of her, a grim face as she nodded once. Myrina collapsed into the arms of her other mother. “No, no, no, no, no, no…” They moved her to a waiting room as she cried out her anger, tears, and pain. “He was coming home. No. He’s not gone.” She sobbed.

Eveything from then is a blur, except for how he looked in the bed. He was gone. How did this happen? Why did this happen.

The funeral passed slowly. She was handed a folded flag, an honor since her husband fought in the war. She didn’t want it. She wanted her husband.

After it was over, she went home and laid in bed. What do you know? More tears.

But this was different. Her eyes burned as her anger, fear, grief and love all surged within her. Her tears hurt. She screamed in rage… then all was black.