“Don’t ever come back.”
He remembered saying those words. They rang in his mind every day. In the beginning, angry, righteous! Knowing he was right. How dare Susan think she knew better than he did, barely eighteen-years-old, a child! He had taken care of her every day of her life, how dare she think he wouldn’t know what was best for her.
After a while, those thoughts began to sound hollow, he started wondering if he might have been mistaken. Long nights alone had him thinking about himself at eighteen. He’d also wanted to marry at eighteen, the only reason he hadn’t, was because he was in the army, away from Andrea. He’d forgotten how grown up a person feels at eighteen. Andrea had passed away giving birth to Susan. He’d promised her then he would always take care of Susan.
But by then, he didn’t know how to find his beautiful daughter to tell her. He worried about her now. Where was she? He began calling her friends, trying to find her.
Then one day there was a knock on the door.
As he opened the door, there stood Andrea. “Hello Joe,” she said.
“Am I dead?” Joe asked.
“No, you’re in a coma actually.”
“I don’t understand...”
“You chased Susan to keep her from running off with that boy, Alex, and you were in an accident. You’ve been in a coma for months. I thought you needed a little time to sort things out.”
“Can I stay with you?”
“No, Darling, it’s not your time. You can come when it’s your time. Right now, you have someone else to take care of.”
“Yes, and Alex, and someone else too. I love you!” and she was gone.
Joe woke. Beside his bed sat Susan, holding his first grandchild.