Six Sentence Story – Transfer

A story in six sentences.

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We were all gathered around Aunt Helen’s bedside, awaiting her final transfer into the great beyond.

I’d flown in at my mother’s request; I hadn’t seen Aunt Helen in years and years, but my mother and her sisters, Aunt Linda and Aunt Karen, wanted the whole family to be present at the passing of their 100 year old mother.

All the men in the family, except for my brother, Matthew, had passed on years ago and this whole situation was reminiscent of saddest day in my life, when we lost my dad.

My aunts were each holding one of Aunt Helen’s hands, willing her to respond, although it had been years since she could, and my mother was applying a wet cloth to her lips, in between her labored breaths.

I looked over at Matthew, into those blue eyes we all had inherited from Aunt Helen,  silently asking me why we had to be there and wondering if this wasn’t the most barbaric ritual in life.

I had no response, except to look down and close my own; it was in that moment we all heard her last audible breath.


Each week we gather at the Six Sentence Story blog hop to share a tale, any genre, only six sentences, currently* hosted by Ivy at Uncharted.

*Rumor has it there’ll be a transfer of host/hostess announced next week.  Whom will it be?

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Author: valj2750

Woman who wears many hats - wife, mother, teacher, bookkeeper, writer, caregiver, cook, seamstress, photographer and beach bum.

16 thoughts on “Six Sentence Story – Transfer”

    1. And most of us have or will experience such a situation. I confused the cue for transition, and changed it to transfer in the last hour

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  1. I think you painted the image of this final parting so well, the gathering to watch and wait and wish there was still time for goodbyes. When my mother was passing she said “Who are all those people in the room”, although only a couple people were physically present at the time. That’s when we knew that her family had come to escort her home and although I couldn’t be there, it gave my heart peace. ❤

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    1. I think the transition (transfer) to the other side is chosen by the person dying. They do pick their time, I think. Maybe it’s when everyone steps out for a cup of coffee, or when they see there friends waiting for them.

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  2. Agree with the others… a very well done scene. You can almost feel the strained (and restraining) sense of quiet. I don’t think normal people are emotionally geared to having such events not take more of a toll than they might be worth.

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    1. Watching a loved one die is an extremely emotional experience, one that plays over and over in your mind until good memories replace the vivid transition.

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