Coping With Covid

Alisha lost her twin brother Alex to the pandemic and she hasn’t been able to understand why he is not around anymore.  Her parents tried everything to help their little girl deal with her pain, but they were suffering also.  Mourning the loss of a loved one is something that must be done before life can have a chance of returning to normal, but sometimes grief can linger for years and leave permanent scars that change you forever.  The funeral service for Alex was lovely, but he has been deceased for 3 months now and Alisha is far from returning back to normal, sitting in her room all day long alone crying and suffering from depression because her brother is gone forever.  She won’t go to school and the therapy that she is in, does not seem to be helping.

What to do was all her parents thought about.  Making Alisha all of her favorite meals and constantly giving her hugs and telling her how much they loved her, did take her mind off the tragedy for a few moments at a time, but she always sank back into depression and now her parents were considering having their daughter medicated, like one doctor suggested they do.  If only they could bring Alex back to life, they knew this would help their little girl, but they were not miracle workers.  Today was Alisha’s and Alex’s birthday and there would be no party today, they would give Alisha presents, but they thought that she might not even play with them.

Her mom was an artist and she got some chalk and told Alishia that her brother was out in the driveway waiting for her to wish her a happy birthday.  Alishia was all excited and she ran outside to the driveway where she saw her brother laying down and she kissed him and withed him a happy birthday and then she laid next to him and told him how much she missed him.  Alisha’s parents were so happy seeing their daughter talking again and they knew that she was going to be alright.

Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #139.

13 thoughts on “Coping With Covid

  1. Lovely story, reminds us that sometimes even when someone is “gone” they often come back to us when we least expect it. I often “chat” with my late husband, or one of my BFFs. Every time I drive over the railroad overpass I say out loud “what do you think of that?”

    Our late-ex-mayor’s favorite dream came true was that someday it would be possible to reach the other side of town without being stopped by a train. Actually the overpass didn’t happen for twenty years or more. It was also very important to Bob, who was the city fire chief, and the overpass didn’t come to reality until long after he died. It was a challenge that took some finger-crossing to drive from the fire station to the opposite side in time to save a burning building. There were only two N/S roads that went through, including the main drag state highway, so access was dependent on the trains.

    Stopped trains at major railroad crossings was always a big problem for small cities back in the day, especially so to fire-fighter crews heading for a fire.

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    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and story Gradmama and I think this may have been the saddest story that I ever wrote. I found it very difficult to deal with the twin brother dying so young and his sister becoming a mess because of that, but the picture told me the story and at least it had a happy ending.

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