Several years have past since we've last seen our dynamic duo. The girls are grown and starting families of their own and things are changing as always. But some things are changing for the worse and dealing with them is about to become almost impossible.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy and Jacoby or anyone else real in here. I do own my original cast of characters that do no exist. Please do not steal; you won't like the outcome.
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Prologue
I watched my dad as he broke down again, holding tight to my father. We had all known this day was going to be difficult, of course and no one was surprised or ashamed at his display. I held my four year old daughter, Ava, a little tighter as we filed past the casket and back to our cars. It was hard to believe that my grandma was gone and I know dad’s not going to be okay.
A lot has changed in the last few years since we talked. Eliza got married and has a little boy, Corey, who’s ten now and the spitting image of his father, Clayton, a daughter Rhiannon who is five, and one on the way. She’s a Smithland these days and could not be happier. Myself, I married Randi five years ago and we adopted Ava when she was a newborn. Randi and I moved to California two years ago and I think this is the best thing we’ve ever done.
“Mommy, where is grandma going?” Ava asked and I sighed, trying to come up with a good answer for her.
“Well, honey, grandma is going to be an angel now. She’s not in pain anymore and that’s what’s important.”
My daughter nodded, though I’m not sure she fully understood what I’d told her. It was the best I could do, however, as I buckled her into her car seat. She had amazing green eyes, black hair, and really, she looked a lot like her birth father. He and her mother couldn’t raise her, though we’ll have that talk when she’s much older. She knows she’s adopted, but she doesn’t know why.
“I’m going to go talk to dad,” I told Randi, as she got into the driver’s seat. We live in Irvine these days and it’s nice being close to HB.
“That’s fine. We’ll wait here.”
I nodded, moving across the parking lot, before my dad took me in his arms. His blue eyes were dull, red-rimmed, and I wished I could do something for him. He got his mom for 91 amazing years but that doesn’t stop the pain.
“It’s not fair,” he sobbed and I nodded, as his long, tattooed arms wrapped around me and held me tight. “I want her back, Cilla.”
I nodded again, because what else could I do? “I know, daddy, I know. If I could bring her back, I would. But just remember that she’s not in pain anymore and that’s important.”
Grandma had a few health scares as she got older, but things always resolved. She was diagnosed with diabetes back in 2030 but things were under good control for many years. Two years ago, though, she was diagnosed with cancer and it hit her hard. My parents decided against moving out here, since grandpa was more than able to care for his wife and Randi and I could help as well. My parents are semi-retired, so for the last month, they’ve been out here as grandma declined. She got two years and that was more than the doctor thought she’d get.
“I’ll see you at the church, okay?” I asked, and dad nodded, as Jacoby took him into the car, sitting next to grandpa.
It’s hard when your parents are in pain and there’s nothing you can do about it. We lost Grandma Shaddix when I was in high school and I saw the pain Jacoby went through then; I think dad’s pain might be even worse. Grandma Shaddix went suddenly, but we had to watch Grandma Sullivan die slowly and that’s worse, I think.
“Back to the church and then it’s back to the house,” I told Randi, as she backed out to follow the limo my family was riding in. The funeral home provides transportation to and from the cemetery and I was glad, because I’m sure my parents couldn’t drive and neither could my grandpa. “I just hope we don’t lose grandpa soon, you know? I remember working in the nursing home during my training and the widow would sometimes die within two years; I don’t want grandpa to do that.”
“I know, honey, but he’s strong, even if he doesn’t feel it right now. He’ll be okay over the coming months, just like my mom probably was when dad died.”
“I worry, though, you know? We’re close to HB, but I worry.”
It’s the nurse in me, I guess. I finally decided that the lifestyle I fell into after high school wasn’t for me and I went to nursing school after Randi. During my final semester we got a chance to fly along on Creighton One with my dad and I fell in love with flight nursing. The training was challenging but I enjoyed it and I’m glad I did it.
“Try not to worry, honey, it will only make you stressed out and sick,” Randi told me gently, patting my leg. We were in the church parking lot already and I realized I had no memory of the journey. “Well.”
I nodded, stepping from our red car, pulling my sweater a bit tighter around my shoulders. The strapless black dress I wore was a good fit, but a sudden cold wind had come up and I don’t think I was the only one who had noticed. I’m sure it’s just grandma saying hi, and in some ways, that’s a huge comfort. I held Ava’s hand as we walked into the hall, smelling the food that had been prepared for us; I never got the point of eating after the funeral.
“The family is sitting at this table here,” a polite younger woman said, gesturing to a long table at the front of the hall. “We’ll get everyone seated and then the family will go through the line first.”
I nodded, taking Ava’s hand and leading her to a set of black, fake leather chairs. The chairs were cold when I sat down, making sure my dress didn’t ride up too much. It stopped below my knees but it liked to ride up when I sat down for some reason. I was glad to see a booster seat placed nearby and grabbed that. Ava isn’t very tall yet, and I didn’t want her nose to plate with her food.
“Just sit, honey.”
I watched my father lead my dad in and I wondered if dad was going to faint. He was wheezing horribly, his face a mess of tears and I felt bad for him once again. I know that it’s hitting me hard, too, to lose my grandma, but this is my dad’s mom. He’d always feared this day, every time she got sick, but things always worked out. This time, he was not so lucky.
“Come on, dad, sit with me,” I said, as Eliza came in with her husband. Her stomach fit nicely into her dress, as she was seven months pregnant with their third child. I wasn’t sure if I wanted another child, but Randi did. We had to talk about it again and see if we could reach a compromise. “Promise me you’ll eat something, okay? Even if it’s just a couple crackers, I want you to eat.”
Dad nodded, but I wasn’t convinced. I wasn’t even alive when his adoptive mother passed, but I guess he had to be bribed, just about, to eat anything. Since I’m a mom now, I’m good at bribery, but I don’t think withholding crayons or something is going to work with a man in his sixties.
“You know, dad, if you eat, I can arrange time for just the two of us to go the beach later if you want.” Well, talk about word vomit.
He looked at me for a moment, wiping his face and he nodded. “I-I’d like that.”
His breathing isn’t very good right now, but I don’t think anyone is going to say anything. “Good. When we’re done eating, we’ll go back to the house and change, okay? Maybe we can call Bobby this week and see about Maybelle.”
Maybelle is Eliza’s horse. Now, I’ve heard that when she was little, Eliza had a horse at Hollister and Randy’s farm. She was in charge of the care of the horse (with help, since she was apparently around four or so), and could ride whenever she wanted. I was told it helped with the behavioral problems she was having at the time, and was therapeutic over the years when she needed comforting. Now, Maybelle has become therapeutic to my dad and I think that’s going to be important for the next several weeks. Of course, once they return to Iowa, I don’t know what he’ll do, but they aren’t heading back any time soon.
“And you know that Clancy and Abba will be waiting for you at home.” Bribe him with grandpa’s cats, too. “Just remember all the people that still need you, yeah?”
He looked over at Eliza who smiled and took his hand across the table, squeezing it. The promise of a fourth grandchild probably helped, too, and I finally saw the first hint of a smile on his face.
“I know. I’m—“
“You are not going to say you’re sorry, are you? There’s nothing to be sorry about, dad. This is a difficult time for you and you can feel however you need to feel, okay?”
He nodded, taking his hand back as the family was called to the food line. We were a smaller family than we had been ten or twenty years ago, but we were still good sized. Many of my great aunts and uncles had passed but a few were still here and my multiple cousins were here as well. The new generations were keeping the Sullivan name going and I know grandma would be proud.
“Chicken looks good,” I heard Ava say and I smiled. She’s been a great kid to have and she eats everything, it seems. “I like chicken.”
I had to giggle a bit listening to her; she’d been the comic relief in the days since grandma passed. I don’t think she realized how much it was appreciated, given her age, but the laughter that she caused was very welcome.
“Ohh…cheesy. That’s so tasty,” she said, licking her lips and rubbing her little Buddha belly. She’s not fat by any means, but she’s got a bit of a tummy on her and it’s kind of cute. “I love cheesy. Can I have some tea?”
My father, Jacoby, got her started on tea drinking. I told him no caffeine and as far as I know, he’s stuck to that, but I’m sure he slips up here and there; that’s what grandparents are for. As Ava went back to the table with her Great Aunt Katie, I snuck a kiss to Randi’s cheek and grabbed some tea as well.
“I hope my dad eats,” I said, as we sat down. The church ladies had prepared another wonderful meal, though I didn’t know how hungry I was. The food looked and smelled amazing, but all at once, I didn’t want any.
“I’ll eat if you eat,” he said from my right and I nodded, picking up a plain stainless steel fork. “One bite at a time.”
You might recall that when dad’s upset or sick, he doesn’t eat. Well, traits get passed down through the generations and I’m my dad made over. I made similar mistakes to him when I was younger and I’ve got a lot of his habits, too. I did finally quit smoking, at the urging of my wife. But my asthma has already suffered. The doctor tells me I might be on the path to COPD just like my dad in another twenty years, though I might get lucky. He’s been doing well until this week with his, so hopefully he can get it back under control.
“The chicken is very tasty,” Ava remarked, picking up a small piece of the cheese covered meat. There was a light sauce on it as well, and I had to agree. “You should have some.”
How can I resist those green eyes and that innocent face? I took a bite of the chicken and had to agree once more that it was good. I saw my dad doing the same and while I’m sure we both looked a little green at least we were eating. I remember when my parents came out here for grandma’s final weeks; dad couldn’t eat when she got really sick and she scolded him into submission from bed.
“I wonder of mama and papa were there to meet mom,” dad pondered and I looked over at him. “They got on so well, despite my fears. I mean, they more or less were my parents for twelve years before we found my birth parents. But mom and dad loved Hank and Eleanor and they loved getting to talk to them and see the pictures and hear the stories. I was so relieved when they got along. So I wonder, you know? If there’s an afterlife, did mama and papa meet my mom? I sure hope so.”
Dad and I have many similar beliefs, which is nice. We’re not really atheists, but we aren’t really agnostic, either. I suppose there’s a word for the middle ground, though it escapes me right now. I think there’s an afterlife, as does dad, but we don’t believe in the religious heaven and stuff.
“I’m sure they did. I have a feeling Eleanor brought her right to the house and sat her at the kitchen table to catch up over coffee.”
Now there’s the smile I’ve become so accustomed to over the years. “I bet you’re right. I bet Grandma Shaddix is there, too, and they’re having coffee like you said. I could see that happening.”
It was a happy picture in my mind, Eleanor, Barb, and Jeanette sitting around the old round table, in the mint green kitchen, having coffee. Oddly, it’s a picture I’ve seen, since it apparently happened more than once before the three of them passed. Hank would just take Grandpa Sullivan into the living room and they’d watch sports or something, the story goes.
“That was very good,” Jacoby remarked, wiping his mouth. His face was as tear-stained and chapped as dads. When his mom passed away, Grandma Sullivan stepped right in to fill in the gap, I was told. I think they just got closer after that and I’m glad for it. “Well, this is always the awkward part.”
Indeed, I could not disagree. We were done eating and I was ready to go home, but there were too many people here for that. In their usual quiet, forget we’re here fashion, the church ladies were dealing with empty plates, dishing up leftovers and everything else. We had been well cared for in the last few days and I was dreading tomorrow.
“We’ll send the leftovers home with you,” one of the ladies said, and Grandpa Sullivan nodded, his face drawn. I can only imagine his pain at losing his wife of so many years.
I watched as my cousin Mariah came over to me, her wife Marla Sullivan at her side. They’d only been married about a year, since they graduated from college last year. Both were elementary school teachers here in HB and I stood to hug them.
“We’re going to head out,” Mariah said, and I nodded. “But we’ll be in Irvine on Wednesday to help you guys with the yard, okay?”
“I appreciate it. I’m glad I got to see you.”
With that, they were gone and I settled back into my chair. It’s time to go to the house and try to relax, I thought. But I knew I had to wait just a bit longer before I could leave. With a sigh, I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face; it was going to be a long few days.
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