TBS 2.10.1L
“Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship, which struggles on in the survivor's mind toward some resolution which it may never find.” I Never Sang For My Father
“I met this girl,” Gregory’s voice on the other line was almost excited.
“I’m sorry, what?” Liz frowned, brow raised in confusion.
“Well, she’s a woman,” Gregory corrected himself. “I want you to meet her.”
It took a moment for it to sink in. He was nearing thirty and he’d never done that before - brought home a woman. Of course there wasn’t much of a home to bring someone home to. There was just…her, in the same apartment she’d lived in since they moved after Greg had died over twenty years before.
“So when can I bring her over?” Gregory wanted to know.
“I-I’ll have to check my schedule,” Liz said, absently.
To herself, she wondered for the umpteenth time what it would have been like if Greg was still alive. Over twenty years and she still wrestled with the question. She’d dated and been in serious relationships, even been in love, since his death, and yet the questions, always unanswered, remained the same. Would Gregory have brought home girls to a two-parent home? Would he have found a mentor in his father, who he was so much like? Had she done her son justice, raising him alone, watched by babysitters while she worked to put food on the table?
She and Greg had talked about growing old together. What would he have been like now, all this time later? Would they have lasted long enough to grow old together or would her job have come between them? They’d been arguing about her work schedule before he…
“Mom?” Gregory was on the other end of the line trying to get her attention.
“I’ll have to call you back,” Liz said quickly and hung up the phone.
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“I met this girl,” Gregory’s voice on the other line was almost excited.
“I’m sorry, what?” Liz frowned, brow raised in confusion.
“Well, she’s a woman,” Gregory corrected himself. “I want you to meet her.”
It took a moment for it to sink in. He was nearing thirty and he’d never done that before - brought home a woman. Of course there wasn’t much of a home to bring someone home to. There was just…her, in the same apartment she’d lived in since they moved after Greg had died over twenty years before.
“So when can I bring her over?” Gregory wanted to know.
“I-I’ll have to check my schedule,” Liz said, absently.
To herself, she wondered for the umpteenth time what it would have been like if Greg was still alive. Over twenty years and she still wrestled with the question. She’d dated and been in serious relationships, even been in love, since his death, and yet the questions, always unanswered, remained the same. Would Gregory have brought home girls to a two-parent home? Would he have found a mentor in his father, who he was so much like? Had she done her son justice, raising him alone, watched by babysitters while she worked to put food on the table?
She and Greg had talked about growing old together. What would he have been like now, all this time later? Would they have lasted long enough to grow old together or would her job have come between them? They’d been arguing about her work schedule before he…
“Mom?” Gregory was on the other end of the line trying to get her attention.
“I’ll have to call you back,” Liz said quickly and hung up the phone.
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