Here is Rachel’s first Time to Write Prompt of the New Year.
‘Don’t worry about me,’
Those were the last words he spoke to me.
It hadn’t exactly been a reprimand, just a common phrase spoken so often.
But I did worry. How could I not?
He was always concerned about other people, me especially. He’d taken me under his wing years ago, offered me warmth and protection as well as a home, asking nothing in return.
Many thought we were related, but there was no blood kinship. We had an unbreakable bond built on loyalty, trust and companionship. We both got something out of our relationship, no expectations or demands, seemingly joined at the hip. Where one went, the other was not far away. We had a good life.
And now he was gone.
Sitting here on his bed, I feel his presence and lift my arm across my heart, fully expecting to find his hand on my shoulder.
It was all here in black and white, everything was mine to do with as I wished.
He had known all this time and made plans to ensure I would be OK.