Under the Orange Moon by Adrienne Frances

Author:Adrienne Frances [Frances, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00B2YB2VY
Goodreads: 17281905
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.
Published: 2013-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter ElevenThey say that everyone dies alone. When Carl Mathews left, he took a piece of the world with him. The house, the land, all that he touched in his life, seemed less after he was gone.

On his death bed at home, exactly where he wanted to be, he asked his family members to come to him, one by one. They took their turns, Brandon first, then down along the line by age. Each child left the room in tears, but smiling. He sent them each with something from his heart, something they would keep with them forever.

It was clear that he had passed the torch onto Brandon, declaring him the man of the house and protector of his baby sister, a job Brandon would commit to with all that he had in him. He would always watch over her, something he had always done, but now, more than ever, he felt he needed to do so in his father’s honor.

Each one of the boys were given a job and told something fatherly and philosophical perhaps, something that Carl had wanted to teach them someday but couldn’t due to his premature death sentence. He sat with them all and joked at the end of his speech, making them laugh through their tears as they left the room and sent the next person in.

At last, when Dylan’s turn arrived, she walked into his room and wasted nothing getting into the bed and nestling into his safe, fragile arms. She knew time was wearing thin on moments like that particular one, so she couldn’t be bothered with the slow, dramatic walk to his side.

“You have a button nose,” Carl whispered as he gently poked the tip. “You make buttons beautiful.”

Dylan stared at her dying father, unaware that she was crying. Not even the pouring tears that ran from her eyes to her cheeks were an indication. In all of her thirteen years of life, this was the moment that made her feel more alive than ever. Call it growing up, an epiphany perhaps. She liked to think of it as the day her father transitioned into the angel he is today. She almost felt pride in the fact that she was able to witness it. Despite the pain his absence caused, she knew he would never really be that far because she watched him leave.

Carl was weak, but his heart was bigger than ever, open and ready. He looked peaceful with the luminous sunshine from the window beaming on his pale face. The dust particles dancing through the stream of gold added more of a spiritual touch to the feel of the room. Dylan was young, but even then she was so blessed with an eye for creativity that she even seemed to make her father’s deathbed beautiful.

It was obvious what was approaching. His eyes were red, his hair was gone. He weighed less than Dylan, she was sure. He looked ninety years old, far older than the forty-five year old superhero he had been only five months before.

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