Call me Skywalker

God’s providence or karma brought them together – it changed both their lives.

He was just graduated from nursing school,  and turned 25 years old. Excited to be starting his new job at a hospice, he moved to a whole new city to start his career. The first day on the job he met Stella.

Stella was 83,  and she found the days long, dark and lonely at the hospice.  She was looking out the window at the rain, when her new caregiver came to bring her breakfast at 7:30 a.m.

Good morning Stella, my name is Luke but please call me Skywalker. Today is my first day and I will be your caregiver. How are you today?

He looked deep into Stella’s eyes and for the first time in weeks she felt like she was in the centre of someone’s attention, and not somewhere out on the edge.

Stella looked into his eyes – If I can call you Skywalker , you can call me Star. Tell me about yourself.

So he did. He opened up like a burst dam in the middle of rainstorm.

Skywalker talked about his collection of glass slugs, his love of science fiction old movies,  his sweet tooth, his favorite tea (peppermint) and how he became a nurse.

Star soaked it all in, all the stories and felt like a girl on a first date memorizing all Skywalker’s stories. The best part though was that Skywalker was looking at her the whole time and she knew that he wanted to hear her favorite things, and was really interested in the telling.

So the telling, and the sharing began and flowed. She talked about working on a freighter, her favorite holidays, her collection of bookmarks, and her love of old science fiction movies.

Hours became days, and they were as comfortable together as a flannel shirt and jeans. Relaxed and naturally warm together they were, they brightened up the autumn days that grew darker for themselves and warmed everyone  they met.

Unspoken was the understanding that Stella was not going home. The blood pressure checks, and the gradually increasing pain relief through her IV were a constant overshadowing but still the closeness developed between Skywalker and Stella.

They enjoyed a gift of invisible sunlight days but the clouds beckoned and finally Star felt the weakness bone deep and waved Skywalker to sit beside her.

A feeling of dread gripped his heart as he pulled a stool close, and held her bony fingers in his warm pink hands.

Almost a whisper she spoke – Luke,  I love you. Thank you for taking care of me, the last few weeks have been wonderful getting to know you. 

Almost a whisper and his eyes wet with tears – Star, I love you too. Thank you for being my first patient. I will never, never ever, forget you and our talks together.

Nothing else was said. Luke stayed there and held Stella’s hands as her eyelids closed and she slept for the last time.

Sweet dreams Star.

afloat

Many thanks for reading my little original story, I hope you enjoyed and envisioned Skywalker and Star. Your thoughts and comments are welcome.  If you want to read the next “chapter” go to this link.    

Advertisements

About dfolstad58

I live in the South Okanagan. BC. I enjoy reading, exercise, toastmasters. spending time with my son, my daughter, & her husband , and my patient wife. I try to respond personally to every comment on my blog, and in this way I hope to get to know my readers a little bit and say thank you for their encouragement and suggestions.
This entry was posted in Call me skywalker short story in blog instalments, Some of my favorite posts, Thinking Out loud, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

34 Responses to Call me Skywalker

  1. So romantic…and just beautifully penned… 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ernie says:

    Dave well written and insightful.
    Thank you

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Bob says:

    Brought tears to my eyes.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. amommasview says:

    Loved it. It’s simply beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Haylee says:

    Such a lovely story. Reminds me of the my grandfather’s current carer, he was his first patient and the first time my grandfather has needed that extra help. I think this new journey for both of them has helped to seal a special bond and relationship.
    Thanks for stopping by and following my blog 🙂

    Like

  6. Pingback: Call Me Skywalker #2 | Life and Random Thinking

  7. Beautiful story! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. calmkate says:

    Beautifully written, reminded me of my years in palliative care and a young doctor who fell for a dying dance teacher.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. This is so heartwarming. Of course, I am hooked and will have to read the other instalments. By the way Susie sent me over.

    Like

  10. D. Parker says:

    Glad to be here, Susie sent me and when Susie has a party it’s always a wild ride and a blogging goldmine!
    Now following you and sharing! 🙂
    Hope this week treats you kindly. 🙂

    Like

  11. dfolstad58 says:

    Reblogged this on Life and Random Thinking and commented:

    This is first short story in the category. I hope you love it, comment, and go check out the other. They are all brief and just wrote a few.

    Like

  12. Pingback: Skywalker #4 – Coming home to walls | Life and Random Thinking

  13. cupcakecache says:

    I like the premise: getting to know one another as a patient and caretaker. I will be curious as to what twist or complexity you might introduce in the following chapters which will keep the reader hooked. These colder days in Florida are becoming more productive for me as I have less desire to go outside. Does this work also in Canada during the Winter? If so, you must be very productive!

    Like

  14. Oh wow! 😩😩😩 this was so touching! Wow! Why did she had to die!!! 😭 I’m loving this story already! Unto the next chapter I go! 🙌

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s