My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
Amy smiled as she approached the barrier - there he was, waiting for her, as he always did. Perfectly turned out, even on the weekend he dressed formally, if without a tie. But it suited him. She wondered how she looked beside him - her all sun-bleached, sun-tanned and flip-flopped.
When they got home, her mother was waiting. Tearful, dressed in black, she'd aged dramatically since Amy had last skyped her - Jimmy's accident had clearly taken it's toll on her. Walking into the side wing which she and Jimmy shared, Amy noticed the changes immediately. The hallway was completely clear, no rugs, no furniture, and there was that smell. Entering Jimmy's room, it was dominated by the hospital bed and all the equipment. But the walls were still the same, decorated with his preferred mix of team sports and surfers, all except for the addition of the giant TV.
As she approached the bed, she saw him smile - just like he'd always done: "hey sis" he greeted her, but his voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Hey you" she replied and bent to kiss him. Holding his hand and bending close, they talked until he stared to cough and then the nurse insised he take his meds and rest. Kissing him again, Amy re-joined her parents in the main house.
"What happens now?" she asked, to which her mother burst into tears and rushed from the room. Her father handed her what looked like a seriously stiff drink before replying: "he won't get any better, if we're lucky, he won't get any worse either. I'm setting up a trust fund for his care but I'll need you to manage it once I'm gone." Amy's face fell, but her father went on: "no reason to worry ... yet, but I'm not going to last forever and your mother simply couldn't manage. If anything unexpected was to happen, I need you here. Will you stay?"
All Amy could manage was "oh Dad" before crossing the room to be hugged. "I need to get your mother away from here, she makes Jimmy sad. He needs to be surrounded by positive people, people who'll make him laugh. You take over the house, make it open house for his friends, we'll move in to the beach place. You can take over my office too ..."
Amy smiled wryly, she'd had a good run of fun, thinking: "I guess I'd better go shopping" she asked: "Dad, do you think your tailor would make my business wardrobe too?" For if she was going to run the Unforgettable Foundation, for her Dad and for Jimmy, standards had to be maintained.
© 2017 Debra Carey
For my sister, Elvis was the King. But for me, it was always Nat 'King' Cole. The purity of that voice and, as his daughter says in the clip, he needs no introduction, the first word of this song is sufficient. As for Natalie, she too has a gorgeous voice, one I turn to often.
This song is later than most of my selections, being recorded in 1951. Most famously by Nat Cole, with Nelson Riddle (a Frank Sinatra's favourite) arranging. In 1991, this compilation of Natalie singing posthumously with her father was released.
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