When I Called Home!

When I Called Home!

I had just begun skiing down the southwest slope, when I heard the sound of thunder behind me. Oh My God! As I turned my head, I saw the avalanche racing down the mountain towards me, like a freight train! Everything in its path was being uprooted or buried under tons of snow and ice. I knew I couldn’t out run it, so I desperately skied to my left, hoping to get out of its way, if I could.

That’s when everything became a blur as I was knocked off my feet, tumbling. When I finally stopped moving, I buried under the snow. It was a skier’s worst nightmare. Every part of my body ached, and I had no idea how far under the snow I was. It was hard to move, hard to breathe as I realized that my left leg and left shoulder were broken. I struggled to reach my cell-phone, but finally I held it in my hand.

I pressed #7 and heard my home phone ringing. I prayed that Emily was home and would pick up; and she did. Then I heard her friendly “Hello darling, how’s the powder up there”? But when she heard my weak and shallow voice tell her, “avalanche”; I heard her cry out “Nooooo”! We both cried as we told each other, we loved them. I tried to tell her where I was, but I didn’t know. “Just somewhere on the southwest slope”.

I whispered; "Sweetheart; please make my last memories, be of you and the good times we shared, “Please don’t cry”, I begged her, just let me close my eyes and lay next to you, let me hold you, I feel soooo cold. Wrap your warm arms around me, keep me warm baby. I don’t want to die alone". We talked about a lot of things as she told me she had called search and rescue. But we both knew time was short, and that it was too late to help me.

My body was cold, and I couldn’t feel any pain in my leg or shoulder. Ice was forming on my cheeks. I began to shiver and mumble as I tried to keep awake. I whispered; please darling, promise me that you will remember me, and the good times we shared, and she broke down crying. As the low battery beep sounded, and was heard by both of us, I told her time was short. I stuttered from the coldness wrapped around my body and told Emily that I would see her on the other side.

I thanked her for making my dreams come true, for loving me so unselfishly all these years. It’s kind of crazy all the images in my mind I began seeing, and I knew death was near. Then there was a quiet peacefulness all around me, and I didn’t feel cold anymore. The last words I remember speaking were “I love you”!

© 2003 Raymond Cook (All rights reserved)

When I Called Home!

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Lodi, United States

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