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After Death
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After Death
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After Death

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This is a collection of six short stories about those close to death, and their contrasting attitudes, experiences, thoughts and beliefs. Thought provoking and of interest to us all, whether we have a faith or not.
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PublisherLulu.com
Release dateMar 3, 2017
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After Death
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Jay Green

Jay Green is professor of history at Covenant College.

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    After Death - Jay Green

    After Death

    After Death

    Six short stories

    Jay Green

    Copyright

    Copyright © 2017 by Jay Green

    All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

    First Printing: 2017

    ISBN 978-1-326-94478-0

    JRG Publishing UK

    Dedicated to the memory of

    Jo Green

    and the years of happiness we shared

    Introduction

    This is a collection of six short stories about those close to death, and their attitudes, thoughts and beliefs. Following the situation of six individual people, in a variety of contexts, some with foreknowledge of what is about to occur and their conversations with loved ones, and some whose deaths were unexpected, this is a thought provoking and touching examination of what eventually we will all face.

    The stories raise many questions. Do we get a say in this experience? Does the way we live affect our spiritual journey? If so, what do you choose?

    The irony in the title is that these stories were found in my wife’s files only a few weeks after her own death, but having been written over 20 years previously. Her own faith was strong at the end, and I have found some comfort here. Perhaps you can too.

    Ray Green

    Marske-by-the-Sea

    February 2017

    Contents

    Edward

    Father Timothy

    Julie

    Lucy

    Ranjit

    Saloman

    Edward

    Edward lay in the hospital bed at the end of the ward.  His wife sat beside him, trying to find something to say.  Edward roused himself to give her a weak smile. 

    Her teeth clenched.  She felt irritated, as so often before, by the meticulous front which he presented, not only to the outside world, but to her and to their children. 

    Part of the time she was irritated by it; the rest of the time she was reassured by it. Wherever they went she was able to rely on him to be calm and, she hunted for a word: presentable, that was the word.  She managed to smile back - there was a great deal to be said for that. 

    After fifty-two years of marriage, presentable didn't sound much of an encomium - but in its way it was. Even when she veered away from the thought and then made herself face it - even when he had found her passionately embracing another man -after twenty-four years of marriage - the exact politeness had not failed him.  At the time she bitterly resented that.  There had been no rows, no shouting, no visible manifestations of anger.  He had immediately left the room and gone out in the garden, where she had found him clipping the edges of the lawn. 

    She had resented that, all right - calmly going on with gardening after finding her with another - and younger - man.

    Hadn't we better talk about it? she asked him.  He looked at her and sighed.

    I expect so, he said, and went to put the shears away. She chose the kitchen, with its small table and chairs, and made a cup of tea.  He sat and waited for her to say something.  Eventually she burst out:

    I'm sorry, Edward.  He put his hand on hers.

    I accept your apology - that is all that needs to be said.  She looked at him.

    All? He patted her hand.

    I think so - least said, soonest mended, don't you think? She felt somehow cheated:

    But don't you want to know...?  He shook his head.

    What is past has gone - you have apologised and that is enough.

    But what if...? she let that hang, not sure herself what she wanted to say.  She just wanted, she supposed, to feel that there were possibilities.  He thought hard about her unfinished sentence, frowning and studying her face:

    What if you do it again?  I'm sure you won't, my dear. Now that you have apologised. Unless you are thinking of.. he had to force himself to say it,… divorce?

    She was startled.  This was altogether too fast for her.  Divorce had not entered her calculations.  She knew the affair she was having was just that. Affair?  It was more a sort of flutter! 

    Divorce? Is that what you want? she asked him.  He shook his head.

    "Of course not - for one slip on your part?  We are Christians - we are told to forgive each other as we hope to be forgiven. If it were the other way round?  If it had been

    I that had - fallen away from perfect faithfulness?"  She had considered this carefully, meanwhile thinking what a pompous old windbag he could be. 

    But you would never... he smiled bleakly at her.

    I thought that of you, he said.  She was silent.  As usual, he had taken all the emotional heat out of the conflict by his scrupulous referral to his religious values. 

    Instead of a row, she had got a divinity lecture.  She couldn't help resenting it.  She was emotionally roused and ready for some kind of battle.  She thought of calling him a pompous windbag, as she had done occasionally before.  But when you have just been forgiven for infidelity it was hard to do that. She picked over what he had said in her head, reluctant to let the whole thing fade.

    But you would never! She laughed. The thought is absurd, Edward!  He was puzzled.

    The thought of what?

    You - with another woman!

    Why is that so absurd? he asked.

    It just is!  Why - how would you start?

    Mary, you are being absurd yourself, he said gently.  I courted and married you.  She cast her mind back to that long ago courtship.  He had escorted back from the daily service, taken her out for walks, to the cinema, had become her regular escort at

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