The Last May

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

Before the family doctor, the radiologist, the surgeon, and the oncologist informed her in sober tones of the worst, she had already suspected, as many people in her situation do, that it was time to get her affairs in order. She began taking photographs of the blazing magenta azaleas, the feathery white rhododendrons, and the fragrant lilacs that grew along the fence dividing her property from her neighbor’s. They were her favorite May-flowering shrubs, and before they shed their blossoms handing over attention to the less noble petunias and zinnias—annuals that heralded the summer—she wanted to make sure she had a memento to look at during the months that would follow. She was a practical woman and knew what to expect. It was doubtful that she would see another May. But at least she would have the pictures in the difficulties of December and their beauty would give her peace.

[Rayne Debski]

I agree with the other comments. Very well done. Like that you didn't put her in a specific age group.

[Mike Handley]

Well done, Toby. You don't post often, but when you do, you hit it over the wall.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

Thanks to all for your comments.  I wasn't sure if this would be too depressing or somewhat uplifting.  Regardless of our stage in life, I think it's important to surround ourselves with the things and people who make us happy.

[Mariel Herbert]

I appreciate the narrator's reasoning: very personal and universal in scope.  Lovely piece.

[Bill Floyd]

What a beautiful reaction to the worst of scenarios.  We're all seasonal to one degree or another.  Great piece.

[Teresa]

Beautiful idea and it makes me wonder what or who I would surround myself with.  Inspiring and sad.

[bolton carley]

fiction or not, these are the type of words that make people go out and pick more daisies or tell others they love them.  well said.

[Stephen Torelli]

A solemn yet soothing and high-minded account.

[donnaharing]

Memories etched in mind and photos, planning, preparing, even for the final days, a well thoughout agenda.  Words comforting as are the adjectives and photographs that will become, one day, a legacy of sorts.  The acceptance stage, sometimes, allows for heightened appreciation.  Hope, when my time comes, I am as well grounded and planted seeds for generations to come.  Peace and prayers...

[Jenny]

How you combine sentimental and somber in a single six is spectacular.