There are better days in life when we want to press pause and live the moment.Some days of course though,you only want to go through them once.This was one of those days for Abigail Robinson.Being a Robinson,a soon to be noble successor among the families that controlled Wall Street,she was expected to portray a glimmer of hope in her speech for her father's memorial.It was the toughest decision in her life.Saying yes to the future, meant saying goodbye to her father, forever.
She walked towards the oak-podium echoing her quick steps of nervousness across the fairly deserted Cathedral.The clocks were now ticking louder and so were the chimer of bells."It's noon," they shouted metaphorically, hypnotizing the congregation into an even gloomier atmosphere.She cleared her throat softly trying to buy time for her brimming tears.She then leaned on the high alter pillar and fixed her pearl-white eyes on the little frisky piece of paper that contained her forcefully written sentiments of hope.She darted her pupils to buy a quick gaze with Charlie who had escorted her to the front,"Charlie, I can't do this,"she whispered.
"I know," he replied. "Just think about the jacket potatoes we left in the oven and how badly they're gonna look if we don't make it home in time," he reckoned goofily at her.
"Charlie!!It's my father's freaking memorial..the least you could do is use a safe word,"she complained.
"Oops, my bad!Really? And what might that be?" he asked ready to watch her raise her white flag.
"F..food?"she asked due to lack of a better thought.
"Ha!And to think he cut down my salary to send you to private school!Anyway,what i meant was,your father wouldn't want you to lock up your feelings about him,especially on a day like this..the same way he wouldn't want me to stop being funny just because its his memorial but that's besides my point. You don't need tiny piece of paper,all you need is a memory and your heart," he muttered.
"B..b..but what about the noble family concept of giving hope to the others in sadness?'
"Screw that,we're the Robinson Family, our real sentiments are the hope,TRUST ME," he answered wearing his sunglasses, probably inappropriate on a rainy day inside the cathedral, but it suited the moment and also because,well, he was CHARLIE.
After a short but irritably decaying test of patience,she began projecting her voice into the now calm air.She stood firm, clenching her fists and slowly destroying the paper she had inside there.Charlie was happy at the sight of this.
"As I humbly stand here in front of you,I can't help but notice the rain that has befallen this day.Shoots me right back like a thud to a trip down memory lane.It was a rainy day and my father had decided to pick me up from kindergarten without an umbrella.He just happily gave me a warm hug and put me up on his shoulders where I sat and we danced in the rain as all the other children were hurriedly being taken home by gambling space in mini-shelters in intervals.However, we didn't care, we had set our minds to worry about the future when the perfect time comes, for it was pointless to ignore the moment.Yes we both caught a bad cold the next day but compared to everyone else,we were the only ones who had lived the moment.
There's a song my father liked by Baz Luhrman called 'sunscreen' that says, ''Worrying about the future is as ineffective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.'' Back in hospital ,I saw my father on his death bed, and it occurred to me that you never really think about death until you're actually there.Chemicals pumping into your veins while you're stuck in some hospital bed watching the only channel available airing an endless series of "The days of our lives".To be honest, I'm still unclear as to which was killing him faster," she chuckled and so did most of the congregation,"..."but then again we have to think about it in bravery as he did.According to me,nothing in life will call upon us to be more courageous than facing the fact that it ends, but we must never forget that on the other side of heart break, is wisdom,"she continued," And Wall street, family and friends need that heartbreak of losing their own,not because its the end of the road but because there's hope for wisdom," she concluded.
Author: Peris Ngugi
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She walked towards the oak-podium echoing her quick steps of nervousness across the fairly deserted Cathedral.The clocks were now ticking louder and so were the chimer of bells."It's noon," they shouted metaphorically, hypnotizing the congregation into an even gloomier atmosphere.She cleared her throat softly trying to buy time for her brimming tears.She then leaned on the high alter pillar and fixed her pearl-white eyes on the little frisky piece of paper that contained her forcefully written sentiments of hope.She darted her pupils to buy a quick gaze with Charlie who had escorted her to the front,"Charlie, I can't do this,"she whispered.
"I know," he replied. "Just think about the jacket potatoes we left in the oven and how badly they're gonna look if we don't make it home in time," he reckoned goofily at her.
"Charlie!!It's my father's freaking memorial..the least you could do is use a safe word,"she complained.
"Oops, my bad!Really? And what might that be?" he asked ready to watch her raise her white flag.
"F..food?"she asked due to lack of a better thought.
"Ha!And to think he cut down my salary to send you to private school!Anyway,what i meant was,your father wouldn't want you to lock up your feelings about him,especially on a day like this..the same way he wouldn't want me to stop being funny just because its his memorial but that's besides my point. You don't need tiny piece of paper,all you need is a memory and your heart," he muttered.
"B..b..but what about the noble family concept of giving hope to the others in sadness?'
"Screw that,we're the Robinson Family, our real sentiments are the hope,TRUST ME," he answered wearing his sunglasses, probably inappropriate on a rainy day inside the cathedral, but it suited the moment and also because,well, he was CHARLIE.
After a short but irritably decaying test of patience,she began projecting her voice into the now calm air.She stood firm, clenching her fists and slowly destroying the paper she had inside there.Charlie was happy at the sight of this.
"As I humbly stand here in front of you,I can't help but notice the rain that has befallen this day.Shoots me right back like a thud to a trip down memory lane.It was a rainy day and my father had decided to pick me up from kindergarten without an umbrella.He just happily gave me a warm hug and put me up on his shoulders where I sat and we danced in the rain as all the other children were hurriedly being taken home by gambling space in mini-shelters in intervals.However, we didn't care, we had set our minds to worry about the future when the perfect time comes, for it was pointless to ignore the moment.Yes we both caught a bad cold the next day but compared to everyone else,we were the only ones who had lived the moment.
There's a song my father liked by Baz Luhrman called 'sunscreen' that says, ''Worrying about the future is as ineffective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.'' Back in hospital ,I saw my father on his death bed, and it occurred to me that you never really think about death until you're actually there.Chemicals pumping into your veins while you're stuck in some hospital bed watching the only channel available airing an endless series of "The days of our lives".To be honest, I'm still unclear as to which was killing him faster," she chuckled and so did most of the congregation,"..."but then again we have to think about it in bravery as he did.According to me,nothing in life will call upon us to be more courageous than facing the fact that it ends, but we must never forget that on the other side of heart break, is wisdom,"she continued," And Wall street, family and friends need that heartbreak of losing their own,not because its the end of the road but because there's hope for wisdom," she concluded.
Author: Peris Ngugi
|CHEEKY*DIARIES|
