Page 45 of Finding Parker

“I love you too, Parker.”

As the sound of the distant ambulance grew louder, I stepped beside my mother’s chair and carefully picked up the loose pills from her lap. One by one, I dropped them into the bottle and secured the lid. Slowly, I walked into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and placed the bottle on the shelf.

She’ll need those as soon as she wakes up.

PARKER. I had no expectation of Victoria’s mother dying so soon. I suspect my position regarding death is probably different than most other people – I view death as the last chapter in the book of life – the ending if you will. I’ve made the comparison many times. It’s difficult to judge a book or give an honest opinion about a story until you’ve completed reading it. Prior to the formulation of the ending, it’s nothing more than a series of events as expressed in a number of various chapters. Upon completion, the ending ties everything together and turns all which preceded it into a finished story. The ending has the ability to make or break a story, and typically wraps everything up with a nice little bow, allowing a series of highlighted events to come together and make perfect sense as a whole. In the absence of the ending, it’s simply an unfinished story. Death is the completion of life, the ending of the book. As a wise woman once said, from our feeble beginning, through all of the complications, and to what will certainly be an unscheduled and unwelcome ending, life happens.

An unscheduled and unwelcome ending. They’re all unscheduled and unwelcome when you think about it. Having an understanding of this doesn’t necessarily make it easy for everyone to digest, but for me, dying was part of life itself. It had been two days since her mother’s death, and it seemed Victoria was either in a state of denial or a state of relief regarding the matter. She had not yet shown any signs of remorse, which troubled me. I desperately wanted to comfort her, but so far she appeared to need nothing from me to help her through this. Kenton seemed more troubled regarding the death than anyone, and as I wasn’t capable of providing Victoria with any form of relief, my current focus was Kenton.

“I worry about her Parker,” he sighed.

“So do I. But at least for now she appears to be doing rather well,” I responded.

“That she does. It doesn’t change the fact that the time will come when she needs someone, someone to be there for her, comfort her, and provide for her. She needs to know you’re always available. I don’t want her to need and not have,” he said over the top of his menu.

“She won’t, I’ll always be here and I have made it crystal clear. And she knows,” I nodded.

“I know she does. I’m rambling, my apologies. Everyone handles death differently. Maybe she handles it better than most, who knows,” he placed the menu on the table and looked over his shoulder for the non-existent waitress.

“Well, her father passed when she was an infant, and now her mother. It doesn’t sound as if she’s had too much exposure to death. Not having an active father and growing up in a home without him was a constant reminder of just how permanent death is, but that doesn’t make understanding it easy,” I said as I scanned the room for the waitress.

Kenton began to cough, and as he covered his mouth, he looked down and around the table. As he shook his head in apparent disbelief, I realized we were not only were we missing a waitress, but we were without anything to drink.

“I never knew my father, and my mother died of breast cancer when I was in my mid-thirties. It’s almost as if we’ve all been drawn together by an outside force to comfort each other with strength gained from our experiences. When was she planning on showing up?” he asked as he glanced at his watch.

“Three-thirty or so,” I responded.

“It’s twelve now. We have plenty of time, but this is ridiculous,” he said as he attempted to clear his throat.

“It is. So, your mother died of cancer?” I asked, shocked this was the first I’d heard of it.

“She did. And my father was a man I never had the opportunity to meet,” he said as he rested his elbow on the table and tapped his lip with his index finger.

“My grandmother died of cancer, I’m sure you remember. She was basically my mother, you know. I never knew she had it. I always felt if I had known, maybe there would have been something I could have done. Not knowing, in some respects made it easier, I suppose. I’m sorry to hear about your mother,” I said softly.

“I knew about my mother’s cancer, and it was a harrowing experience. A very heartbreaking struggle filled with excruciating pain for both of us. I wouldn’t wish the type or degree of pain I felt during that time upon anyone. I’m certain hers was much worse. And trust me – there would have been nothing you could have done to change things. I tried. No amount of money can change the course once it’s set. Excuse me,” he said as he stood from his chair and walked away.

After a quick scan around the dining area for who I suspected was the waitress, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the restaurant. Almost immediately, he returned to the room where we were seated followed by a waiter. As he lowered himself into his seat, he tilted his head to the side as if there was something he wished to say. After a few seconds passed, he merely shook his head and remained silent.

“I’m sorry gentlemen, we’re short-staffed. I’m Shane; I’ll be your waiter. Can I get you something to drink? Wine, beer, tea, soda, water?” the waiter said cheerily.

“I’ll have iced tea, and I’d like to order as well,” Kenton sighed as he looked at his watch.

“Go right ahead sir,” said the waiter.

“I want the fried octopus, but not as an appetizer, bring it with the meal, please. And for lunch, I’ll have the pine crusted whitefish, the special,” Kenton picked his menu from the table and held it in his hand as he spoke.

“I’ll make it easy, I’ll have the same,” I smiled.

“And to drink?” the waiter asked.

Apparently still frustrated, Kenton raised one eyebrow and turned to face the waiter.

“Tea, I’ll have the tea as well,” I chuckled as I handed Kenton my menu.

“Alright, and now as far as iced tea goes, we have the black tea, green tea, and today we have peach tea,” the waiter smiled.

Simultaneously, Kenton and I responded.