The Whisper in the Wind by Matasha Lee pt. 2
Alana attempts to prepare for a funeral. She tries to
keep herself together, but she hears Peter’s words play over and over again
within her mind. The funeral director asks her, “Do you have a packaged picked
out?” Alana ignores, she is in the field where they lay and she is laying her
head upon his chest, and humming a song in her mind. “Mam, will you like some
time,” he asked? “Alana,” Mary says. “Alana, baby, you’re going to have to make
a decision,” Joe says. “Hmm, no, you know I will always love you. Why do you
speak of such things,” Alana says still miles away from where she sat. “Please,
give her some time,” Mary asks? “Yes,” the director replies. “Alana, you have
to pull yourself together,” Mary says. “Hmm, no, I just want to lay here. I
don’t want to leave your side,” Alana replies, she is hypnotized and is no
longer present at the appointment. “Alana, he’s gone! He’s not coming back,”
Mary says in frustration! “Mary,” Joe says. “No, no, I will never leave you,
Peter, no,” Alana begins to cry. “I can’t do this, Peter, where are you? You
said you will never leave. You promised. Hmm, no, we will stay the entire night
with one another, just you and I, at the oak tree. I have to get to the oak
tree. Peter is going to meet me there,” Alana says frantically as she attempts
to grab her keys and head out the facility. “Alana, no, you can’t drive under
your conditions,” Joe says. “No, daddy, Peter told me to meet him at the oak
tree. We are suppose to meet up. He probably thought I forgot. I have to go,”
Alana says. “Joe,” Mary says as she looks at her daughter at the brink of
insanity. “He said he will meet me there, now, let me have the keys, daddy,”
Alana says getting upset. “Peter is gone, baby,” Mr. Waters explains. “No, he
isn’t. He is at the oak tree. We were suppose to eat lunch with each other and
swing on the tire swing. You know, daddy, the one you made for me. Now, let me
go,” Alana says as she tries to push away. “I can’t do that, Lana,” he says.
“Honey bee, please stop,” Mary says. “Mom, I am fine, now, will you guys please
give me my KEYS,” Alana is now angry! “Do something, Joe,” Mary pleads! “Lana,
calm down. Peter is gone. I know it hurts but you have got to let him go,” Joe
says feeling his daughter’s pain, letting his tears flow, as he watches her
lose all control. “No, daddy, no, he’s, he’s, Oh, God,” Alana breaks down! The
appointment can’t be continued.
Time passes by and Alana has went back to teaching at
her local school. She doesn’t want to leave Fox Lane because all the memories
she gathered with the love of her life, Peter. She is also seven months
pregnant. It is Peter’s that night of passionate led to an abundance of joy. It
is a girl and she will be called Caroline after Peter’s grandmother. She stood
at the chalk board helping the children with the word of the day which was
apple. All the kids decided to supply her with as many apples her desk could
hold. “Let’s spell the word out together, A P P L E, spells,” Alana asks her
students? “Apple,” the students cheer back. “Good job, what color is an apple,”
Alana asks? “Red,” the students say as they giggle. “Red is correct,” Alana
says. She is Mrs. Lane, now, she went and got her name changed and secretly
married her love by the ocean shore. She only took her small baby bump at the
time, and willing priest. She knew the ceremony wasn’t legal, but she couldn’t bear
to have Peter’s child without being his wife. She settled for the legal name
change, and Lane she wore. Even her students, now, called her Mrs. Lane. Alana
felt a kick during lessons. “Oh, she kicked me, let’s carry on, can you name
other items that red,” Alana asked? “Fire trucks, Mrs. Lane, and my dad’s
motorcycle,” Billy, the outspoken one, chose to speak. “You are right, Billy,”
Alana says. While she is waiting to hear another person reply, the windows open
wide, and the wind begins to whistle. “Hmm, I wonder how these doors opened,” she
walks over to shut them when she hears a very small voice say, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, my, okay, pull yourself together, Alana, it is just the wind,” she makes
sure the windows click, and she continues her teaching.
At night, as she and Caroline slept, her windows swung
open bringing in a cool chill that traveled up Alana’s body. “It is so cold,”
Alana says in her sleep. She feels the wind pull her blanket closer to her. She
feels the coldness of the air upon her cheek. “I’m sorry,” the wind speaks.
“What are you sorry for,” Alana says as she is not really awake? “For leaving
you,” the wind whispers back. “Peter, is that you,” Alana asks? The wind takes
form and Peter’s shape appears. He sits upon the bed. “Hi, my darling, sorry to
disturb your sleep. Sleep well, I will speak with you in the morning,” Peter
says as he watches her. “Don’t go,” Alana speaks in her sleep. “Lay with us,”
she says. “With us,” Peter asks and then he looks down. “You’re pregnant. My
love, you’re having my child,” he says with excitement. “Peter, why did you
leave us? We need you,” Alana asks? “I know my darling. I do, apologize for
hurting you; I didn’t want to leave you. I begged God to send me back in the
wind that I may speak with you. I only could take form when you noticed me. You
noticed me. I will not be able to remain long, but in the wind, I will be with
you always,” Peter says. Alana drops a tear upon her pillow as Caroline moves
around within her wound. Peter watches her belly move in many places as if
Caroline was reaching for her daddy. “I bet she will beautiful, and I hope she
has your eyes. My beautiful girls,” Peter says as he touches his daughter’s
hand inside of her mommy’s belly. “Lay with me, Peter, stay here tonight,”
Alana pleads. “I will want nothing more, but to stay here with you,” Peter
replies. He lays next to her as his arms wrap around her body. He holds his
loves in his arms, and stays with them until the morning comes.
Alana awakes the next day feeling warm inside. She looks
to the right of her, and she sees no one. “Someone was here last night,” Alana
says but before she knew it, she felt the wind go across her face. It felt like
his gentle hand caressing her. “Peter, it is really you,” Alana says with
excitement. “Good morning my love,” Peter whispers in the wind. Alana touches
her belly. “Your daddy is here, Caroline, yes, he is. He is here with us,”
Alana says with a smile. “I got you some breakfast. I hope you slept well,”
Mary says entering Alana’s room. She decided to move back in with her parents
until Caroline could walk, so they can help her throughout her pregnancy. “Thank
you, mother,” Alana says. “Who got you full of smiles? I haven’t seen you smile
like that, sense, well, what do I know? How’s my Caroline,” Mary ask? “She is
kicking away, mother,” Alana replies.
Alana is in labor. The time has come and she has chosen
not to have an epidural anesthesia. She wants to bring Caroline in naturally
with a midwife. She has prepped for this moment, but the pain is unbearable and
her mind is wondering where Peter is and why she couldn’t feel his presences.
She had gotten use to feeling him lay next to her at night, and feel the wind
stroke her face as she awakened, but today she felt nothing, and this was the
day when she needed him most. “On the
count of three, I am going to need you to push with all your might, okay, just
take deep breaths everything will be okay. One, two, three, push,” the midwife
says. “Ugh, ahh, it hurts,” Alana says in pain. “Just breathe, honey bee, you
got this,” Mary says as she rubs her daughter shoulders. “One, two, three,
push,” midwife says again. “Ugh, ahh, I can’t. I can’t do this. I need Peter
here,” Alana says. “Let’s not stress, focus, Alana, she is almost here. One,
two, three, push,” the midwife explains. “Ugh, ahh,” Alana says as she pushes.
“That’s it, keep pushing, I see her head, one last push, you got this, good
job, Alana, good job, she is here,” the midwife cheers. Alana sits up and cries
as she takes a deep breath, when she does, she feels the wind cross over her
face. She sits up with delight and a sense of relief. “Thank you,” Alana
whispers. Peter looks at her from a far and smiles. He goes over to look at his
daughter and watches them clean her off. He sees Alana receive their child as she
places her close to a warm breast, as her little one feeds upon her nipple for
the first time. He watched her nurse her with much delight, and then he went
away.
Caroline had grew to walk and Fox Lane was still called
their home, but Alana was offered a better job closer to the city that she
didn’t want to pass up. She desired to leave Fox Lane and pack her memories
with her. As she packed her belongings, she let Caroline go outside to play. As
she put some books into a box, she heard Caroline giggling really loud. She
went to the window to see what she laughed at, and she saw the swing moving
back and forth. She smiled at the sight. She knew Peter was outside playing
with their daughter. Peter spotted Alana watching them have fun and went over to
speak with her.
“She is really beautiful, Alana, and she is growing so
much. Are you leaving,” Peter ask? “Yes, Peter, I’ve outgrown Fox Lane and I
received a better job offer closer to the city. It will give me an opportunity to
spread my wings and meet new people,” Alana replied. “Will you forget about me,”
Peter ask? “Never, you will always have a place in my heart, always. I love
you, Peter, and that will never change, but I can’t continue on here, and wish
to prosper. I must move on with my life. You do understand,” Alana ask? Peter
goes and hug Alana like he used too, and he placed her head on his chest. “Alana,
tell Caroline about me. Don’t let her forget. I wish you the best and know that
I am always the whisper in the wind. I am here for you always. I will be a
breeze away,” Peter said. “I have to finish packing, Peter,” Alana went back to
the boxes, and continued to pack their belongings. Peter stared at her and then
disappeared. Alana felt him depart, and she began to cry as she came across an
old photo of them together. She held it close and whispered, “I love you, more.”
All of their items were boxed and ready for the movers
to load. Alana decided to take Caroline to the old oak tree where her dad and
her use to meet. She hadn’t been there since before Peter and her were suppose
to meet on the day he died. “Your daddy and I use to come to this tree and
spend time with one another. He would push me on that tire swing right over
there. Will you like to swing, Caroline,” Alana asked? “Yes, mommy,” Caroline
replied. “Good,” Alana said as she pulled up to the tree. Alana stopped and
Caroline ran over to the tire swing. “Daddy, daddy,” Caroline screamed. Peter
stood waiting for her. He looked over to Alana, and said, “Thank you.” Alana
smiled and said, “You’re welcome.” She let them play till the sun no longer
shined.
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