iReminise
(Freddie's POV)
September 3rd 2085
"Sam are you ready for your doctors appointment?" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. She walked down the stairs slowly. Complaining the whole way down.
"Ugh! I don't feel well....I don't want to go to some stupid doctor" she said reaching for her coat. I helped her put it on.
"Well that's WHY we're going to the doctor. You haven't been feeling well lately."
"Shut up Benson" she said walking out the door. After beeing married to her for 73 years she STILL manages to insult me and call me by my last name. I chuckled and walked outside looking around at this beautiful Septmeber day. My thoughts were interrupted by Sam honking the horn. I got into the drivers seat.
"Come on! I just want to get this over with" she said as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Last time you said that we ended up kissing" I winked at her.
"Just drive tech boy" she said. I chuckled and put the radio on as we started driving.
"Over 80 years ago he was a talentless loser....and he still is. Now playing Justin Biebers only not completely horrible song "One time"" the radio host said.
"Ewww!" Sam said turning the station to an oldies station.
"And now a song from over 100 years ago...here is a song from the greatest band ever, The Beatles called "I saw her standing there". the radio announcer said.
"Oh I love this song!" she said turning up the radio. She started singing along and dancing too. I started laughing while focusing on driving.
"You know this song reminds me of you" I said sweetly as I gave her a sweet look. She kissed my cheek then punched me in the arm.
"Oww! What was that for?" I asked.
"The kiss was for you being so sweet"
"And you punching me in the arm?"
"That was for being so cheesy" I stuck my tongue out at her. She did the same. We drove the rest of the way to the hospital listening to Beatles songs. When we got there we parked and went up to the reception area.
"Name?" the receptionist asked.
"Benson, Samantha"
"Ok, Dr. Starkey is ready for you now. You can go back there now."
"Oh thank you" Sam said. "Are you going to stay out here?" she asked.
"Yeah, Love you" I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and she walked back to the examining room. I sat down bored before the receptionist brought out some insurance paperwork I had to fill out. I put the pen in my left hand and noticed it tremoring a little bit. I ignored it and continued filling out the paperwork. But when I evaluated my handwriting I noticed it was slopping and very small. My handwriting is fairly neat and normal sized. I went up and gave the receptionist the papers.
"Thank you sir" she said putting them in the filing cabnet.
"Ummm excuse me ma'am...you don't happen to have a nerologist nearby that could see me do you?"
"Yes we do. Dr. Reed is on floor 7"
"Ok thank you" I went to the elevator and pushed on the button that took me to room 7. I went into Dr. Reed office. I saw a man around my age with a doctors jacket on filing out something.
"Umm....excuse me sir" I said.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes I'm here to see Dr. Reed, I don't have an appointment but I feel this is urgent."
"That'd be me" I shook his hand and sat down on the examining table.
"So Mr....."
"Benson"
"Right Mr. Benson what seems to be the problem" he took out his clipboard.
"Well...I have tremors, smaller handwriting, I have a hard time moving, I'm always tired"
"Hmmm...I see. Well I need some blood for you...I'm going to run a few tests" I rolled up my sleeve and he took 2 samples of blood.
"I'll be back in 15 minutes with your results."
"Ok thanks Doc" he smiled and walked out of the room. I fell back onto the exam table....Thinking the whole time.
What could I possibly have? Is it bad? Will it effect my whole life? Me and Sam basicly LIVE off sex! What's this going to do to us? The longest we've ever gone without sex is like....5 days. Not even a whole week.
Then my mind wandered from one thing to the next....
What if I can't work? Will we loose the house? The cars?
Well Abbey and George did say we could move in with them if anything ever happened. Abbey and George got married a while ago and now have 3 kids. I looked at my watch. It's been 15 minutes. Just then Dr. Reed walked in with a sorrowful look on his face.
"Well doc...give it to me" I said sitting up. It must've been something bad.
"Well...Mr. Benson...you test results state you have a neroulogical disease called Parkinsons."
"I've heard of that...My dad had it too"
"It must've been geneticly transfered to you....You must take medication everyday and aren't allowed to participate in any physical activities besides sex."
Thank god for that! But this means I have to quit my job with Spencer.
"Would you like a minute?"
"No...I need to go find my wife"
"Let me fill out a perscription first" Dr. Reed wrote down 3 types of medication I needed to take everyday.
"Go fill this at the nearest drug store. Take one of all of these every 12 hours but no more then that or you could do serious damage."
"Thanks doc" I shook his hand once more and walked out of the room. I hung my head down and slowly got onto the elevator back down to the floor where Sam was. I went up to the reception area.
"Oh Mr. Benson...Dr. Starkey is requesting you...it's about your wife" even though I was in my 80's I could still give you a run for your money. I ran into the room.
"Hi hun" I kissed her temple and looked at the doctor.
"You want to tell him?" he gestured.
"Freddie...I have cancer..."
"What!? What kind?"
"Brain cancer" I started tearing up. She must have saw me and gave me a hug.
"Mrs. Benson one more thing.....you only have 5 years to live"
"5!?"
"Afraid so....Maybe less" then she broke down.
"I don't want to die" she repeated crying into my shirt.
"I know." I kept telling her rubbing circles around her back.
"Hun....I have some bad news as well." she gave me a sad look. "I have Parkinsons" I said on the verge of crying. Seeing her cry harder eventually made me cry too.
That was the moment I found out I had Parkinsons, Sam had brain cancer and she only had 5 or less years to live....
June 12th 2090
Sam was in bed. She just had another kemotherapy treatment. She was vomiting violently. I went into our bedroom and saw her head in a bucket.
"Last time I saw you throw up in a bucket Carlys friend Missy gave you bad chocolate"
"Not a good time to joke around Freddork"
"I can't believe after 84 years of knowing me you STILL call me nicknames"
"It's a habit. Now get over here dork and rub my back." Sam, still glowing at 96, even though the theraphy caused her to loose her hair she wore a wig and still was a pretty as she was when we were teens long ago. I sat on the bed and started rubbing her back.
"You know our anniversary is tomorrow" I said
"Might not be" she said. I stopped giving her a backrub and gave her a bewildered look.
"What do you mean?"
"Freddie....my hourgalss of life is running out...I think tonight is the night"
"No....don't say that...You're Sam Puckett-Benson. You're strong, fierce and NEVER give up"
"Yeah but....I'm 96, have freakin' brain cancer, no hair, I just....know. Tonight is the night. I just know it" I didn't know how to react after that. I just sighed.
"Well....what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Lay down, cuddle, talk about our lives" That was the first time I've ever heard Sam say anything like that. We layed down and talked for hours it seemed like, Looking through old photographs, Laughing all the way. We talked about us before we started dating, When we got married, The kids, All the struggles along the way and how they led us here today. I looked at the clock. It was 11:30
"We should get to bed." Sam said closing her eyes.
"Wait...before you go to sleep will you make me a promise?"
"Sure...what is it?"
"When you get to heaven...wait for me. I'll be up there soon. I promise"
"I will..." she turned around and kissed me. "I promise." she fell back asleep.
I held her hand and watched her sleep. She was right. Tonight was the night. I looked over at the clock. It was 11:59 1 minute before our anniversary. I put my hand on her chest and felt her take her take her last breath and her heart stop. I looked back over at the clock. 12:00 officially our anniversary. She was gone.....really gone. I started crying into her chest.
"No....no....no!" I kept sobbing over and over. I didn't sleep that night. All I could do was cry and call the kids and tell them their mother was gone......Samantha Jennette Puckett-Benson was officialy gone....forever.
At that moment I realzied I'd lost the most important thing in my life. My beautiful wife Sam...
August 20th 2092
It's been more then 2 years since I've lost Sam. I was now living with Abbey and George with my 3 grandchildren Fredward Jr, Sally and Paul. I was sitting on the armchair in the den watching the Bruins football game. They've been my favorite team since birth. The game was boring so I turned off the TV and went upstairs to take my meds.
"Hey Dad" Abbey said as she was cooking something.
"Hey Abbey" I said sadly. She knows I've been depressed these past couple of years. So there's no use in her asking what's wrong.
"I can't take this!" I said slamming my fists on the table and grabbing my coat walking out the door. Abbey came after me.
"Dad!"
"Abbey no! I can't live like this! I'm sorry but I just can't! I want to die. Ever since your mom died my life's been miserable."
"But Dad-"
"I'm going to take all these and kill myself" I said cryin as I held the handful of pills over my head. I was standing in the middle of the road when a truck came around the curb.
"DAD WATCH OUT!" Abbey yelled. The trucks brakes squeeled and I felt pain. Last thing I remember was Abbey running over to me and calling 911.....
That was the moment that sent me into a coma.....
November 18th 2092
Today is my 98th birthday. I've been living off life support in a coma for the last 3 or so months now. I could've woken up from the coma anytime but...I don't have anything else to live for anymore. I love my kids it's just...I can't live like this anymore. Everyday all my kids and grandkids would sit at my bedside everyday and talk to me for hours. I could hear them and listened to everything they said to me. Today they came for their usual visit, This one would be their last.
"Mr. and Mrs. Harrison....Mr. and Mrs. McCartney.....Mr. and Mrs. Benson I'm afraid today is his last day...
"No!" I heard Abbey yelled. I heard her starting to cry. I heard George comforting her. My son John and his wife Laura and their 2 kids Greg and Pam were also crying along with My widowed daughter Linda Harrison and her song Rich.
"I'm sorry but...I'm afraid you're going to have to make a decision today." the doctor repeated. "Mrs. McCartney?"
"No....I can't decided. John"
"Neither can I" John said. "Linda you're the last one."
"I can't either!"
"Please Linda...."
"Alright....how much longer would he be able to live off the coma?"
"Only a couple of months...not much of a life."
"I don't want Dad suffering anymore....pull the plug" she broke down after that.
"I'll give you some time alone." the doctors said leaving the room.
"We're each going to say one sentence since there are 12 of us....I'll go first" Abbey said. She sat next to my bed.
"Daddy....I love you so much. Thank you for everything you've done for me in my life. I'm going to miss your smile and I still remember when you use to play peek-a-boo with me" She kissed my cheek. Her husband George was next.
"Ummm....Mr. Benson...Thank you for everything. You've been a great father in-law all these years and I just want to say thanks." Next was John.
"Dad....thanks for being there all the time. I love you a lot and I still remember all the Bruin games you took me to as a kid" he gave me a hug. Next was his wife Laura.
"Hi Mr. Benson, I know I'm only your daughter in-law but you're like the father I never had a kid. And you raised one heck of a family" she kissed my cheek. Next was Linda.
"Daddy....I love you so much. You helped me through being a teen mom and getting over my rape. You helped me raise Rich and I'm SO thankful that I had you all my life." she kissed my cheek too. Next were my grandkids. Abbey's first child Fredward Jr was first.
"Grandpa....you and Grandma are the BEST grandparents ever! Thank you....I loved it when Grandma use to call you a dork and I'm honored to have your name" he gave me a hug. Next was Sally.
"Grandpa....you know I'm not good with words but....thank you for helping me be alive today I love you" she sobbed giving me a kiss on the cheek. Next was Paul.
"Hey Gramps....I'll miss ya a lot...You and Grandma were the best." he gave me a slight hug. Next were Greg and Pam together.
"Hey Grandpa it's both Greg and Pam...we love you and know you and Grandma will be happy in heaven." Greg hugged me and Pam gave me a kiss on the cheek. NExt was Rich.
"Hey Grandpa....It's Rich. I know I was the rape grandchild but thanks for raising me and being there when mom couldn't....I wrote a song that I guess I'll be playing at your funeral....It's really hard seeing my life without you...I'll love you...always." he gave me a hug. I heard all of then softly weeping as the doctors came back in.
"Ready?"
"Bye" the all said to me. Crying. I heard the doctors footsteps getting closer to me.
"Ready?" one of the doctors said.
"Yeah" and with that I heard the plug being unplugged from the wall.
"Goodbye Mr. Benson" were the last words I heard. I heard my heart monitor stop beeping and took my last breath. Suddenly I saw a bright light. My spirit was being lifted by an angel. Moments later I arrived at the gates of heaven. I looked at myself. I looked the same I did when I was 15. Dorky clothes, same hairdo, and everything. The gates opened and I heard God say "Welcome" I stepped inside and saw Sam waiting right by the gates. She looked like she did when she was 15. When she saw me she screamed, running over to me jumping into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. We broke apart after 3 minutes of constant kissing.
"I told you I'd wait for you" I smiled kissing her again and giving her a hug. After we hugged she took my hand and we walked into Heaven.....
That was the moment I realized I was gone from earth, but will forever live in Heaven. Alongside Sam, for all eternity