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First, Best and Always	By : Ravenswing14337 Category: Individual Celebrities > Vin Diesel Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vin Diesel. This work is completely fictional, and is not meant to harm Mr. Diesel in any way. This story is written just for fun no harm is intended and no profit is made. I do not own Vin; Duke University Hospital or Chic

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Chapter 22 Hard Times Remembered

He sat there remembering all the good times, and some of the not so good times…like when his mother died. His mom had been sick for a long time; a brain tumor had caused her to have a stroke. She couldn’t speak and the left side of her body was paralyzed. Her thought process was still intact but communicating was difficult and most times impossible for her. The doctors told them not to expect anything, that it would not get better and most likely would get worse. Her tumor was inoperable and what little range of motion she had would not last, that there would eventually come a time when she would not recognize them, that it would all just be ‘gone’. They prompted the family to get her affairs in order, for when that day came things would likely happen very quickly, and there might not be much time for goodbyes.

Standing Elk did everything for her; he bathed her, dressed her, shampooed her hair, polished her nails, massaged her feet and lotioned her body. He fed her, administered her meds and helped with her physical therapy. He made sure that she always had on her favorite perfume and her best dresses. Eric remembered watching his father as he stood over her in their bedroom, gently brushing out her hair. It was their own private little ritual, something that they’d done for each other every night of their married life. And he did it still…. even now when there was no acknowledgment of the act, no indication that she even knew he was there…he did it anyway. There was no doubt in Eric’s mind that this was what real love was about, and he swore an oath to himself that night; eyes filled with tears, heart brimming over with pride, watching his father, that if he never did anything else worthwhile in his life he would become the kind of man his father was.

On the day it happened Raven was at home studying for final exams. In those days she had the small bedroom at the back of the house over the kitchen. She was laying on her bed, books and papers spread everywhere, when she began to feel uneasy, she knew something was wrong. Going to the window she looked out and saw Eric in the backyard, sitting bareback atop his horse, Antelope. His hair was unbound and the wind, which was particularly strong that day, whipped it wildly about his face. He wasn’t saying anything; he just sat there staring up at her window. She raced downstairs and out the door into the yard, Antelope was all sweated over, it looked as if Eric had tried to ride him into the ground. She approached him slowly, and looking into his eyes she knew—Miss Amanda was gone.

She reached up and took the reins from him and as gently as she could, urged him down from the horse. By this time her father and Craig were standing on the back porch, having seen her fly past them out the door they wanted to know what the big hurry was. She took Eric by the hand, and as if leading a blind man led him into the house, nodding at her dad as she passed him to take care of the horse.

When her mother first saw him enter the kitchen she was all smiles and questions;

“Hey there Eric, where’ve you been darlin’? Did you forget that I was making your fav--”

Raven silently waved her off as she led Eric upstairs. Looking first at her husband standing in the doorway and then back at Eric, Lizbeth Scott slumped into a kitchen chair covering her mouth with her hands to keep from crying out, as she came to the realization that Eric’s mother, her friend of over 12 years was dead.

Eric curled up on the edge of Raven’s bed, and she sat down beside him. They didn’t speak, but then they didn’t need to, they had always seemed to ‘know’ the other’s pain. As he placed his head in her lap, she reached into the nightstand for the one thing she thought might bring him some comfort. Closing his eyes the tears rolled silently onto her leg as she sat, tenderly brushing his tangled hair..
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