A little story written by my mom,”The Last Leaf”

25 Jan

The Last Leaf

Jack called to me to come out and sit on the screened in porch with him. It was the last warm day in December. Our porch was an oasis in the middle of a large city. We lived at the Villas at Creekside Retirement Community. Our porch was located on the bank of a creek that ran into a lake. There were many trees and a wild life refuge was on the other side of the creek. We could see a lot of small animals. We had been watching the leaves on the trees changing color this fall. So many autumn leaves with beautiful red, orange and yellow in front of the porch. Jack had not been feeling well and had spent lots of time sitting out there. It was a wonderful porch.

Winter had arrived and we had to stay in the house but we had a large sliding door and Jack could sit in his recliner near the door and still see the trees. The leaves were almost gone but there was one small branch of a tree outside the porch. One day Jack told me he was watching and counting the leaves on the branch everyday. He was not feeling well and getting weaker but he survived Christmas and his birthday on December 29. All of the children had been with us. Judy and Marvin had stayed for a few days in January and Jack loved to play bridge with them. Then he would sit in the recliner and count the leaves on the branch. One day he said “Well, I have had a good life and I am ready to die”. He was looking at the branch and I noticed that there were just 3 leaves left. Soon after that he collapsed and we had to call the ambulance and they took him to the hospital. There was one leaf left on the branch. He only lived about 3 more weeks but was still alive on our 60th wedding anniversary. He was with Hospice at the Creekside Manor for a few days and the children were all here. One evening they all went out to eat, Jolene stayed with me. I was sitting holding his hand and he suddenly had problems breathing and I went to the other side of the bed as he had turned his head that way. I put my hand on his head and told him his old friends were waiting for him and he took one last peaceful breath. Jolene was calling the rest of the family.

After the funeral and we were back home, I stood by the sliding door and looked at the branch of the tree and the last leaf had fallen. The bare branch was silently waiting for spring.
Written by Harriet Whiting age almost 93


3 Responses to “A little story written by my mom,”The Last Leaf””

  1. Sandy B 01/25/2013 at 5:23 pm #

    oh J, that was so touching… thanks for posting. I hope Harriett is getting healed up from her fall!

  2. ruth 01/26/2013 at 7:58 pm #

    Heartwarming 🙂

  3. Mitzi Keairns 01/29/2013 at 7:56 pm #

    A very sweet, beautiful and haunting story. I can see where you get your writing talent. Thank you so much for sharing with us.

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