Do You Remember? A Short Story of Sorts

This hasn't been edited really. I am very lazy when it comes to editing. Something I am working on. So its still very rough, but I found this story stashed away and I felt like sharing it. Its not a new story and I hope I have greatly improved since I wrote this.

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember that day in the Park?

The sky was cloudy and it looked fit to rain. The park was empty, devoid of all life except for the small chipmunks that scurried. We were there though, you remember? We looked up at the sky, tilted our heads sideways and laughed. If it rained, then we would be lunching on a drenched meal. Do you remember the conversation you had? Out of all the things to get into an argument over, it had to be potato salad. I preferred pepper on mine, you liked it without. We argued, but it wasn't in a mean way. It was friendly. We always could get into an argument about anything. Didn't matter how small, how unimportant it was. We could always gather our defenses, stock our ammo, and go to war. But always we could call a truce, perhaps leave the matter for another day, and walk into the sunset, holding hands. It didn't rain that day. I remember you making a small comment about how you disappointed.

Do You Remember that day we went to the Beach?

Now that day was perfect for a swim. It was boiling out, the air itself was thick with that dry heat. We blew off work that day, called in sick. Sick of the heat, I said as I hung up the phone with my boss. We grabbed some towels, packed a small cooler, and left. On the way we sang horridly along with the radio. Do you remember that? It always makes me smile. When we arrived at the beach it was packed with people. But we didn't let that stop us. No, nothing could have done that. We did find a spot, next to a couple of gorgeous women in bikini's. Do you remember what you said when you caught me staring? "Which pair do you like better?" You said all to casual. "Yours of course," I said trying to hide my blush. "So I shouldn't invite one of them to bed?" Thats was your reply. You never stopped amazing me, always kept me on the edge. It was a good thing the water was cold.

Do You Remember the Funeral?

When I heard your sister was killed in an accident, I saw the horror in your face. The tears glistening so brightly in your eyes. It was a cruel thing for life to do. That night we stayed up until dawn. We talked about everything, and had a few arguments that I will always keep close to my heart. Mostly though, we talked about your sister. At first you were crying, but through the tears and pain you told me stories. How on Christmas, when you were twelve, how you wanted a pony? You told me you knew you would never get a pony, but the hope was still there. How on that Christmas morning your sister, fourteen, managed to get you a pony? It was a small pillow with a pony on it. That was your big sister, she always had your back. As the night grew old and died, you were no longer crying. You were laughing and you were loving the conversation about your sister. When the funeral came you did not cry once. In fact... you were smiling. Do you remember that? Your family looked at you strange, everyone did. But you just kept on smiling. You knew your sister wasn't gone, she lived in each of us. If only we would allow it. You gave the eulogy and you retold some of the stories of your childhood. This, I will never forget.

Do You Remember the lawsuit?

We were driving down Maple Street, singing to the radio like always, I got distracted and plowed right into the back of some Judge. He came out screaming, and when I looked at the damage I felt ashamed. I began to apologize, that my insurance could cover us both. You punched in the shoulder, your eyes lit with anger. I cringed, I knew that look, been on the receiving end quite a few times. I am still unsure why you got so flustered. But you attacked that man with a verbal barrage I thought only possible in fiction. You did not utter a single cuss word. I remember you once told me it soiled the tongue. Of course the accident was our fault, but it didn't matter. That night when we were served the papers, you laughed. The idea of suing someone over a verbal licking did seem a bit humorous. Especially when the plaintiff did the same thing to the defendant. After sharing a good laugh, we got ourselves the best lawyer lemon squares could buy. Though I am pretty sure being brothers helped a little too. My brother was something else. The law suit was thrown out, still had to pay for the damages. But that was alright.

Do You Remember our wedding?

You had planned it for months, probably since you were a small kid. There were a lot of set backs, and we almost postponed it. But it was worth it, all that nagging you did, all those stupid plans. It was worth it. Just to see you walk down the aisle, dressed in the best dress lemon squares could buy, though I suppose having an aunt design wedding dresses helped a bit too. I remember that day, I always will. The way you smiled, the way you looked. You were a Goddess among men.

I also remember the honeymoon... do you remember that?

Do You Remember The Accident.

We were driving down Ash Street. We weren't singing, but humming the tune loudly and out of sync. Of course that never stopped us before. We were just simply glad to be together, to love each other. Happy we found one another in this large world. We didn't see it coming though... it came out of no where. A drunk driver swerved, there was no time to react. I swear there was no time! Please believe me. As the Drunk Drivers truck plowed into us, I felt the car slide back so easily. I felt the force of the airbag. The last image I had was of your angelic face, blood running down the side. That instant, without thought or hesitation, I wanted to take that pain away from you and bath in it. You shouldn't have had to suffer. I know what you would say at that, that neither do you. But it didn't matter, for you I would endure hell itself..

Do You Remember the News?

At the hospital the Doctor told me we lost the baby. It was why we were so happy to simply exist together, because the fruits of our love was growing within you. When you didn't wake up, I asked the Doctor why. They ran their tests. A young doctor, fresh out of medical school told me. Do You Remember this? Please tell me you do, please tell me you remember how he broke the news? I was right there with you, holding your hand. He said you were in a coma that the chances of you ever recovering were stacked against you. I looked into your face, the last thing you ever said to me was 'I'm pregnant' Thats when we got into the car, we were going to tell my parents first. Yours were out of town for the weekend. The last sound I heard from you though was that frightened scream. That scream haunts both my dream and my waking life.

So now I sit here, whenever I can and hold your hand tightly. I bring lemon squares everyday. As I sit here I wonder if you Remember all the good we have had.