1. Remembering Rita


    Date: 9/25/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: prairiedogg, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    She didn't want to have to get used to a new crew giving her care. She loved the nurses and doctors here in this hospital and began to think of them as her family. The nurses loved Rita as well, and there was nothing they wouldn't do for her. They give me comfort also, keeping me abreast of any changes in Rita's condition while I am away. Rita must have had some kind of premonition of what was going to happen to her, because a week before she was diagnosed she asked me if we could go on a picnic. We took a basket of food, a bottle of her favorite wine and a big blanket to the hillside near our home. I spread out the blanket and Rita and I had a wonderful picnic lunch. She was having a good day, as she laughed the whole time. After we finished the bottle of wine, we lay there as dusk approached. I rolled over and kissed her, deeply and passionately. She returned the kiss and we fumbled with our clothing, kissing and touching as we did so. And laughing, always laughing. As the light faded, we made love on that blanket. She held me tightly, almost as if she never wanted to let me go. When we reached the heights of our passion we lay together on the blanket, at one with each other and happy, truly happy. When I arrived at the hospital today, the nurses and doctors took me into a small, private room. They told me that Rita was fading fast and that she probably wouldn't see morning. I had been preparing myself for this day, but I had hoped against hope for a miracle. I went in ...
    to see Rita and she looked different than before. She was frail and weak, but her face was positively glowing. Her parents had arrived and you could see it on their faces that they knew that time was running out. I held her hand as she lay there, kissing her cheek and whispering to her about how much I loved her and that she was not alone. Sometime during the evening her condition went downhill fast. Her parents said their goodbyes to her, kissing her and telling her how much they loved her. They left us alone so that I could be there with my wife. I told her that it was okay to let go, that I was with her and that she didn't need to be afraid anymore. She briefly opened her eyes, looking radiant as she looked right into my eyes. She was struggling to say something to me, so I put my ear next to her mouth. Her voice was faint, but clear. "Love you, honey," she whispered to me. "Sing to me." There was only one song she wanted to hear. I sang that last verse of Lovely Rita to her, struggling with my broken heart to get the words out. She was smiling as I sang. When I finished, she looked at me and winked. Then she slipped away. The funeral was a celebration of her life. All of her friends and co-workers attended, as well as a great many children whose lives she had touched. I felt so proud of her when I saw so many of those who knew how special she was. We buried Rita in a small plot, not far from that hillside where we had our picnic. I visit her every day and sit at her ...
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