Post by melinda on Nov 22, 2013 19:32:38 GMT -6
Technically, she wasn't his widow. They had been divorced for the last time for just about two decades, yet Sue Ellen Ewing considered herself carrying that role. God knew she had the battle scars to prove just how devoted to and crazy for JR Ewing she had been, and in some small way, she always would be. Just when she thought she had been free from the pain and hurt that JR had put her through this, he went and topped himself by doing the cruelest thing of all- he left her, for good.
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Once she poured the first drink she knew it wouldn't be the last, not for that night anyways. In a way, she kind of owed it up to screw up once again. Knowing JR, he would be looking down (or in his case, northern-bound) and laughing that rascally laugh of his. He would say that he knew her better than she knew herself, that he knew she would fall apart. Normally it was that self-righteous indignation at her expense that would infuriate her beyond belief; just for the night, she would have given anything she owed just to hear his voice one last time.
As the strong aftertaste of the bourbon began to sink in, unfortunately for Sue Ellen, so did reality. Looking around his room, it was obvious that he'd made his footprint in the ranch he'd called home for all of his life. There, across the room and on the dresser was his trademark Stetson hat, probably placed there out of sheer exhaustion on Jr's part those days. He'd been through a lot, and had just been getting back into the game when...tearfully she shook her head, not willing to admit that JR, husband, ex, father of her child, and the only man she'd ever really loved, was truly gone.
As the tears streamed down her face, Sue Ellen started to wipe the tears away when out of the corner of her eye something special caught her eye. Not knowing whether to smile or cry, she did a little of both as she walked over and picked up the picture frame. In the gorgeous silver frame that had been a gift from Miss Ellie was a picture. Not just any photo. It was the both of them, Mr. and Mrs. JR Ewing (for the second time) and neither had ever looked happier. There, standing beside her and smiling that broad smile that had always driven her crazy was JR.
He'd never looked better to her than he did in that photo.
It was kind of funny; they'd been divorced a long time but still he had clung tight to that photo. Had he looked at it every night before he went to bed? What kind of memories still haunted him....was it their tortured love affair or the fact that they'd both let happiness slip through their fingers? Yes, it had always been so easy to blame everything that had went wrong in their marriage on JR, but in the end Sue Ellen had to admit that at least part of the blame for its demise was hers as well.
JR Ewing had been a man proud of where he was, never ashamed of how low he would sink to get what he wanted. He had been selfish, a dirty cheat, a scoundrel in every sense of the word. There were times where Sue Ellen had vowed that she would hate him forever.
This was not one of those times.
Her hands shaking, an aftereffect of the alcohol, she knew she had to set down the photo lest the gorgeous frame be broken. As she set it down carefully, Sue Ellen knew that soon it would be time to let go of not just the photo but of the man inside of it.
She would eventually let go, but for the night, she had her memories of JR. And with a little help of her long lost friend in a bottle, she gladly held on as tight as she could.
The end
0000
Once she poured the first drink she knew it wouldn't be the last, not for that night anyways. In a way, she kind of owed it up to screw up once again. Knowing JR, he would be looking down (or in his case, northern-bound) and laughing that rascally laugh of his. He would say that he knew her better than she knew herself, that he knew she would fall apart. Normally it was that self-righteous indignation at her expense that would infuriate her beyond belief; just for the night, she would have given anything she owed just to hear his voice one last time.
As the strong aftertaste of the bourbon began to sink in, unfortunately for Sue Ellen, so did reality. Looking around his room, it was obvious that he'd made his footprint in the ranch he'd called home for all of his life. There, across the room and on the dresser was his trademark Stetson hat, probably placed there out of sheer exhaustion on Jr's part those days. He'd been through a lot, and had just been getting back into the game when...tearfully she shook her head, not willing to admit that JR, husband, ex, father of her child, and the only man she'd ever really loved, was truly gone.
As the tears streamed down her face, Sue Ellen started to wipe the tears away when out of the corner of her eye something special caught her eye. Not knowing whether to smile or cry, she did a little of both as she walked over and picked up the picture frame. In the gorgeous silver frame that had been a gift from Miss Ellie was a picture. Not just any photo. It was the both of them, Mr. and Mrs. JR Ewing (for the second time) and neither had ever looked happier. There, standing beside her and smiling that broad smile that had always driven her crazy was JR.
He'd never looked better to her than he did in that photo.
It was kind of funny; they'd been divorced a long time but still he had clung tight to that photo. Had he looked at it every night before he went to bed? What kind of memories still haunted him....was it their tortured love affair or the fact that they'd both let happiness slip through their fingers? Yes, it had always been so easy to blame everything that had went wrong in their marriage on JR, but in the end Sue Ellen had to admit that at least part of the blame for its demise was hers as well.
JR Ewing had been a man proud of where he was, never ashamed of how low he would sink to get what he wanted. He had been selfish, a dirty cheat, a scoundrel in every sense of the word. There were times where Sue Ellen had vowed that she would hate him forever.
This was not one of those times.
Her hands shaking, an aftereffect of the alcohol, she knew she had to set down the photo lest the gorgeous frame be broken. As she set it down carefully, Sue Ellen knew that soon it would be time to let go of not just the photo but of the man inside of it.
She would eventually let go, but for the night, she had her memories of JR. And with a little help of her long lost friend in a bottle, she gladly held on as tight as she could.
The end
I still can't believe that it has been one year since Larry Hagman/JR Ewing passed away. 