Post by melindajo2000 on Feb 10, 2013 15:49:44 GMT -6
Bobby thought long and hard about what he had to do. There was room, all right. Room for one more portrait. It was with a sad and heavy heart that he lifted that portrait, but he knew it was the right thing to do. If anyone deserved a place next to his mama and daddy at Southfork, it was his big brother, JR. For some reason he kept picking up a nail then setting it down. He just couldn't do it.
Staring at the portrait of a cheeky JR in his Stetson hat, flashing his million-watt grin, Bobby felt like it was the heaviest thing he'd ever had to lift. Even though cancer had weakened him, and he'd been shot before, nothing hurt like the hanging of this portrait. It may have weighed just a few pounds, but it may as well have been a ton.
Bobby looked around and suddenly wished he were back in his treehouse, hiding from his big brother who was picking on him again. Bobby hadn't been stupid. All he had to do was tell his mama that JR was acting out of line, and his and JR's daddy would have taken care of it. Bobby laughed, thinking of all the times JR hadn't been acting up, and still got in trouble. No wonder he had issues with Bobby growing up.
Southfork. It was truly heaven on earth, and there was no way he would give it up to anyone. JR may have tried to pull a fast one over him with the drilling rights, but in the end he did the right thing and gave it back to Bobby. That was so unlike JR. Did he know his time was limited? Was that the peace truce, the apology JR could never make for all of the rotten, evil, lousy things he'd done in his life? It gave Bobby some comfort to think that it might have been.
It used to be whenever Bobby thought of Southfork, he thought of his mama and daddy and even Pam. There was one point where he was ready to go to California because of all the evil his big brother had caused. But then came the news that JR had been shot. It had been a shock, though not entirely unexpected. He knew what he had to do. Family came first, even if it was JR. Bobby chuckled. That JR would have done anything in his mind to keep the family together, using his injury to his advantage at times. That ole' JR sure was a sly one.
The family would be home soon, so he had to put the portrait up right away. He knew it would be the first thing John Ross and Sue Ellen saw, so he had to get it right. Ann had tried to dissuade him from hanging it, reminding her husband of what a bastard JR had been. He had been a bastard, but he was his brother, and there was no question now what the right thing to do was.
He looked at the portrait, and thought back to more recent years. JR looked so frail, so unlike the unstoppable man he'd once been. But Bobby knew better than to let looks deceive him. Up until the very end JR was at his worst, most rotten. And to be honest? Bobby wouldn't have had him any other way.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Bobby accomplished his mission. He went to the liquor cabinet and poured out a few shots, of Bourbon to be sure. He made sure to have an ice tea ready for Sue Ellen and Ann, but finally the moment of truth came.
John Ross walked in, and his eyes were led to the portrait. Tears filled his eyes as he knew that would be the last reminder of his daddy he would ever have. He took off his hat, nodded, then grabbed a shot of bourbon, toasting his father silently in his mind.
Bobby and Christopher joined him. The last person to walk into the room was Sue Ellen. Bobby hadn't told her about this, but when she looked up she smiled for the first time in a week. The old bastard wouldn't be forgotten. He'd live on in their hearts, their memories, and now the mantle, and none of them would have it any other way.
The end
Staring at the portrait of a cheeky JR in his Stetson hat, flashing his million-watt grin, Bobby felt like it was the heaviest thing he'd ever had to lift. Even though cancer had weakened him, and he'd been shot before, nothing hurt like the hanging of this portrait. It may have weighed just a few pounds, but it may as well have been a ton.
Bobby looked around and suddenly wished he were back in his treehouse, hiding from his big brother who was picking on him again. Bobby hadn't been stupid. All he had to do was tell his mama that JR was acting out of line, and his and JR's daddy would have taken care of it. Bobby laughed, thinking of all the times JR hadn't been acting up, and still got in trouble. No wonder he had issues with Bobby growing up.
Southfork. It was truly heaven on earth, and there was no way he would give it up to anyone. JR may have tried to pull a fast one over him with the drilling rights, but in the end he did the right thing and gave it back to Bobby. That was so unlike JR. Did he know his time was limited? Was that the peace truce, the apology JR could never make for all of the rotten, evil, lousy things he'd done in his life? It gave Bobby some comfort to think that it might have been.
It used to be whenever Bobby thought of Southfork, he thought of his mama and daddy and even Pam. There was one point where he was ready to go to California because of all the evil his big brother had caused. But then came the news that JR had been shot. It had been a shock, though not entirely unexpected. He knew what he had to do. Family came first, even if it was JR. Bobby chuckled. That JR would have done anything in his mind to keep the family together, using his injury to his advantage at times. That ole' JR sure was a sly one.
The family would be home soon, so he had to put the portrait up right away. He knew it would be the first thing John Ross and Sue Ellen saw, so he had to get it right. Ann had tried to dissuade him from hanging it, reminding her husband of what a bastard JR had been. He had been a bastard, but he was his brother, and there was no question now what the right thing to do was.
He looked at the portrait, and thought back to more recent years. JR looked so frail, so unlike the unstoppable man he'd once been. But Bobby knew better than to let looks deceive him. Up until the very end JR was at his worst, most rotten. And to be honest? Bobby wouldn't have had him any other way.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Bobby accomplished his mission. He went to the liquor cabinet and poured out a few shots, of Bourbon to be sure. He made sure to have an ice tea ready for Sue Ellen and Ann, but finally the moment of truth came.
John Ross walked in, and his eyes were led to the portrait. Tears filled his eyes as he knew that would be the last reminder of his daddy he would ever have. He took off his hat, nodded, then grabbed a shot of bourbon, toasting his father silently in his mind.
Bobby and Christopher joined him. The last person to walk into the room was Sue Ellen. Bobby hadn't told her about this, but when she looked up she smiled for the first time in a week. The old bastard wouldn't be forgotten. He'd live on in their hearts, their memories, and now the mantle, and none of them would have it any other way.
The end
Dallas will not be the same without Larry Hagman and the character of JR Ewing. 
