November Rain

[melindajo2000]

It was a cold November morning, cold as L.A. could be, when Diane got the call that would change her life.

“Stick, is that you?”

Diane would know that voice anywhere. “Carla? How did you get my number? This is a private listing and I don’t know how you would get it.”

“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you get to Boston, pronto.”

Diane grew concerned. At age sixty, she wasn’t exactly in the best state to travel, but something in her nemesis’ voice told her that she should be there. There was only one reason for Carla to call her.

“Sam? How is he? Is everything okay?”

“No, as a matter of fact everything is not okay. It’s Sam. He’s in the hospital…”

“What, did he get himself another hernia?” Diane laughed.

“No, Stick, the only thing that keeps me from reaching your scrawny neck through the phone is the thought that you will be kicking yourself when I tell you what I have to tell you.”

“What is it, Carla? Is Sam okay? He’s not dying or anything is he?”

The silence on the other end of the phone spoke volumes. Carla told her everything she needed to know, and then Diane raced to start packing.

Sam, dying? It couldn’t be. He was older than she was, but not by much, and the last time she had spoken to him everything was fine. Sam was enjoying playing baseball with his granddaughter Samantha, and had developed a close relationship with his son, Ernie. Sam’s wife had died suddenly in a car accident a few years ago, and that was the last she had heard from Sam. But he didn’t tell her anything was wrong; in her heart she prayed that he was not suffering. And, for good measure, she prayed that she would get there in time.

In time. In time for what? Time to see Sam one last time? Time to make their peace finally after all these years? Time to say what she hadn’t said all those years ago in Boston, the last time she saw him (on their wedding day)? Diane quickly looked at her watch, and realized that time was running short. It didn’t matter anymore, all of the fighting and arguing and bickering. All that mattered was that she got to tell Sam what was on her mind.

What was on her mind? Those three little words had not come easily to either Sam or herself, but they always knew it was there. At least, Diane hoped that Sam knew how much she cared about him. After all these years, though many miles apart, there was a space in her heart reserved for one man- and now it just may be too late.

[jessie]

Great start to your story, I hope Sam doesn't die. Looking forward to your next update.

[Sanda]

Great start to your new story Melinda. I LOVE reading new stories about the TV show Cheers. I hope that Sam doesn't die in your story. Please update this awesome story again soon.

[melindajo2000]

Chapter two

It took Diane nearly eight hours, but finally, she arrived in Boston, the one place she’d sworn she would never visit again. It was too painful, even now. It was amazing how almost forty years had passed since she’d been to this city and yet she associated only one person with this town- Sam. Oh, how she wished she could undo all of the damage of their past, all the hurt and pain they’d inflicted upon each other. Maybe it wasn’t too late. What if it was? Then all she would have left was her memories of Sam, and that worn out baseball card she carried around in her wallet of him. No, she couldn’t think like that. Sam had to be okay. He was practically immortal, or at least he had once lived like he was. It was too much thinking of Sam in anything less than perfect health. But Carla had done the right thing and called her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for Sam now, even if it meant selling her house and moving across the country to be there for him. What she wouldn’t give to prove her love to him!

Boston General… a very good place. Stepping inside the building, Diane was taken back to a very different place in time- when Sam had developed a hernia. Even in that condition, he’d had one thing on his mind. Diane stifled a laugh- Sam was probably still hitting on every one of the nurses. Some things even time couldn’t replace.

“May I help you?” A nurse approached Diane. “Are you new here? You look lost.”

“Me, lost? No,” Diane smiled. “I’m actually coming home. I’ve been gone a long time but I’m back in town, here to see an old friend actually. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find Sam Malone, would you?”

“Of course. If you follow me I’ll show you to his room.”

Right outside his door, the nurse gently grabbed her by the arm. “You say you’re back in town. I take it you haven’t seen Mr. Malone in some time?”

“I think that’s fair to say.”

“Please don’t be discouraged at what you see. He is making progress every day. He seems to be in good spirits, especially with his friends around. But I’m afraid the stroke has left some…”

“Stroke?” Diane nearly choked on her own words. “Did you say that Sam has had a stroke?” Her eyes filled with tears at the very thought of her own, beloved Sam, lying helplessly in the hospital bed, with only a few visits from his friends to cheer him up. What kind of life might that be? Her heart broke at the very thought.

“Yes, I’m afraid that is accurate. It’s too soon to assess the damage, but I should warn you, his memory and speech seem to be affected. I’m afraid he’s not the same Sam Malone you remember him to be.”

“I have to go. I have to see him. And thank you…I think.” With that, Diane knocked twice on Sam’s door, then entered without waiting for a response.

Sam- there he was, lying in bed with his back turned towards the door.

“At least his pitching side is still good,” Diane thought to herself.

After staring at him for what seemed like an eternity, Diane finally announced herself. “Sam…Sam. It’s me. Do you remember me?”

He lifted his head, but didn’t turn around.

“That’s okay. You stay there. I wonder if you even do remember me. I know that I could never forget you. But sometimes when I look back I wonder if I was nothing more than just another pretty face in your stable of girls. I would hope that you remember what we had…I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t say that. But no, Sam Malone. I refuse to treat you like an invalid. You are strong and healthy and I don’t care what the doctors say; I’m not leaving your side, I want you to know that. My God, Sam, look at you? Time has been your friend. Look at your snow white head of hair- you’d always said you’d rather die than lose your hair, so what’s the matter? Did you lose a few strands then decide to pull this over us?” She laughed out loud, probably doing so in order to avoid crying, before composing herself.

Bracing herself, she walked across the room to finally face the man who’d driven her away from the state all those years ago. There, on his side, was Mayday Malone, the man who’d always had her heart. It was a good thing he still had it, because she didn’t know if she could handle it breaking anymore than what it was at that moment. How could this have happened? She couldn’t believe this was really Sam-her Sam- who was now facing her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she bent down and gently touched his face. “Sam, it’s me. Do you remember me?”

He looked her in the eyes, and in her heart she could see that that look spoke volumes, even if he couldn’t express himself as well as he’d liked to have. He remembered her- how could he possibly forget her?

She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, to which she received no response. It was going to be a long ride, but she knew that she was in it for the long run. They may not have actually promised each other in sickness and in health, or more accurately they never kept that promise that had once been started all those years ago, but she knew now that Sam needed her. Little did she know that she needed him too, probably more so than he did her.

[Sanda]

Great update Melinda. Poor Sam.

[jessie]

Great update, Wonderful story, but a a sad one. I hope Sam gets better, a Stroke is a horrible thing to happen to someone. Sam is strong with Diane's love I think he can get better.