The Luckiest Guy Around by Matthew A. Hamilton

As I watched my wife sleep, I realized something. I realized that I was the luckiest guy around. Then the alarm went off at 5am and it was time for her to go to work. I had already been up an hour. I loved watching her sleep.

She worked as a cashier at the Food Lion a few blocks down the street. Even though a short distance, I usually drove her. That morning, though, she decided to walk.

“I’ll see you after work,” I said.

“Yea, I’ll call you,” she said. “Maybe you can pick me up a little early and we’ll go for a nice dinner or something.”

“With what money?” I asked. I don’t have the job, yet.”

“You’ll get it,” she said. She opened the door to leave.

I walked her out, kissed her goodbye.

“Love you,” I said.

“You, too,” she said.

I got the call an hour later. She had been in an accident and was rushed to the hospital. They were working on her when I arrived, giving her shots, shoving tubes in her stomach and mouth. Her face was swollen and I hardly recognized her. Her eyes, large and purple, gave her the appearance of a demonized caricature. I pressed my hand against the glass and cried.

The doctor said she’d never wake up. When he asked me what to do, I told him to do what any loving husband would want him to do. I told him to shut off the machine.

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One response to “The Luckiest Guy Around by Matthew A. Hamilton

  1. Oh, that’s so sad! I had a feeling something was up when she decided to walk to work instead of being driven. Poor couple.

    Nicely written tragic tale.

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