Part 6 If Oak Trees Could Talk
Welcome back to my Video Blog! I have been so thrilled with the response that I am receiving as I am attempting to do something new or at least new for me! My hope is to truly Inspire One Dreamer at a time! I hope that you are that dreamer! This past week was Father’s Day! Even though my characters are fictional in my books I always model them after people that have impacted my life!
In the main character is Henry William Tyler, I wrote this character based on my Precious Dad! My Dad was a loving, passionate, larger than life man that I loved with all of my heart! As I wrote the characters of Henry and Helen, it was my hope and desire to honor my wonderful parents! So again I thank you for taking the time to “Tune in” or to read along as I continue to read today If Oak Trees Could Talk beginning in Chapter Three entitled Henry’s Homework!
Chapter 3
Henry’s Homework
The morning light came in unusually bright and Henry found himself awakened early and alone. His precious Helen had awakened even earlier and went back to her room before the nurses came to their rooms. Henry squinted for a moment until his eyes adjusted themselves to the light. As he sat on his bed, he remembered some of what the Oak tree helped him to remember, but he really did not know if he had actually remembered it or if he had only dreamed about it. Regardless, Henry decided to take action and regain some of his life. He rang the on-call button frantically and impatiently for a nurse to come to him.
“Well, aren’t you up early and raring to go this find and glorious morning? What’s your big emergency that you hit that button a dozen times or more?”
At first Henry did not recognize Nurse Wanda, but then he answered her.
“Pencil and paper, I want pencil and paper please.”
“Now why do you want a pencil and paper Mr. Tyler? Are you fixing to write yourself a letter?”
“Yes, a letter sounds good.” Henry answered with an urgent plea in his voice.
“Okay, Mr. Tyler, if you want a pencil and paper, then a pencil and paper you’re going to get!” Nurse Wanda said as she was glad that Henry seemed to want to do something besides sit and stare.
It wasn’t long until Nurse Wanda returned to Henry’s room with his medicine, breakfast tray, and of course, a pencil and paper.
“What’s this for?” Henry asked. “You want me to do homework or something?”
“It’s for your letter that you were going to write. Do you not remember asking me for a pencil and paper so that you could write a letter?” Nurse Wanda probed.
“Yes, Mrs. Stone, I’ll take them home so that Mom can help me with my homework.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Tyler, you just let your Momma help you okay?”
As Nurse Wanda left Henry alone once again, he stared at the blank piece of paper. He thought as he looked upon it, that this is how his life had been, just a blank space that he couldn’t remember. What kind of homework was he supposed to do? Henry wondered. Before long, he found himself with pencil in hand. He put the pencil on the paper and even to his amazement he began drawing a picture of his dearest friend. As he drew, he drew branches extended wide and a huge trunk to an old tree. He thought of how his friend towered above the others and so he drew it the entire length of the sheet of notebook paper. As quick as a bolt of lightning, the memories from the night before came flooding back to him. Henry began writing what he had remembered. As he penned the events of the night before, more and more thoughts kept coming into his mind. He wrote as fast as his stiff hands and fingers would allow him. He wanted to capture every memory before they vanished away, possibly for forever.
At first the memories came just as a flash of something that seemed to be real. However, then another image would come and still yet another one until finally Henry once again had enough of the pieces to realize that he had real memories of a whole event. Every one of them always involved his old friend. He frantically wrote down what he could see in his mind’s eyes. He tried to pen down all the emotions as he experienced the events again, so that when Helen and dear Amelia read his letters, they would know why what they were reading was important to Henry. Henry felt hope for the first time in months. He felt as though he was reclaiming some resemblance of his life. He knew that in his memory bank was a treasure chest of precious hidden treasures. For whatever reason, the old Oak tree was serving as a key to help him open his treasures to share with others.
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