“Waiting on Death”
Private Writings #72
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 29th July 2014
WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.
private writings to dr. annie haskell psychoanalyst
I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts
to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss
but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time.
see you down the rabbit hole.
Private Writings: Chapter #72 — “Waiting on Death”
Tuesday 20th January 2009
It has been too long a time since the accident & our daughter Alison is still in a coma. I can’t bear the thought of losing her. The doctors all say this is a good sign. She needs to be unconscious to do any of the extreme healing she needs to do in order to survive & to have a complete recovery. The doctors won’t guarantee anything. Not even that she will wake up from her coma. Her injuries were so severe.
I have tried, Annie, to keep only positive thoughts inside my mind for Alison. Letting doubt in will only lessen her chances to survive. I would like to think of her as resting. She needs time to sleep. The quiet and rest will help her to heal faster. But I need to see her all the time. And to be close to Scottie. We all need to be together now.
Scottie told me Jamie has been at the hospital since everything fell apart. Jamie is watching over us all. Her staying with Scottie and Alison before I was able to get out of Redcliff was reassuring. Jamie was kind to represent me when my girls needed help & I was out of commission. That’s okay. No jealousy when it comes to Jamie. I love Jamie. She is so good for both my girls and for me, too. Jamie is family.
Before I could get home, James’ health started declining. The hospital allowed him to stay in Alison’s room. He became depressed in my absence and went on an eating strike. The vet couldn’t find anything specifically wrong. He is my baby and was my Grandmother’s baby. He, of course, misses Gran. So, my disappearing for so long, he just couldn’t bear it.
Gran was wise in preparing for when she would be gone. She left the majority of her Estate to James & me. Some money she left to her Special Causes & Charities. It stated in Her Will that James was to be cared for by me & we were to have most of her financial estate as well as her physical property. James & I were to go on living together in her mansion “Le Chateau de Rocher” with Scottie & all the rest of our feline crew. We inherited her staff as well. They knew me & we all blend together famously. So the estate was shared by James and me with all of us living there. My grandmother loved James and she loved Scottie. She was very approving and supportive of our relationship. The rest of the ones I do not speak of were given nothing. Not even a word was mentioned of them in Her Will. They were really pissed off, so I was told was quoted in the daily gossip online.
It’s time for me to stop. I need to rest. Writing shorter letters, to me short, is all I can manage. Not much has changed. Will contact you immediately if it does.
Goodnight. Ciao Ciao!!!
© Madison Taylor 2008
“I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.“ — Alice Walker
Maksim – Somewhere In Time – Composer John Barry[Dedicated to Annie]
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor