Love Fatefully

Sean

As I look out from the window of my office I've always wished I could fly so I can get away from everything. The sky is clear and blue, a complete opposite of what I'm feeling right now, so cloudy and dark.

"Mom, please can you stop with that nonsense! Grandma is not like that." I said exasperatedly. Why on earth a dead person would be making her miserable? My mom's always fighting with grandma when she was still alive. They always have different views and opinions which made me go crazy. I love my mom but my grandma's the one I adore. I loved her too much that when she passed away I had kept myself in the dark for a whole month. It's been three years now and I still miss her dearly.

"It's true Sean! Your grandmother was always making my life miserable even now that she's gone." She shouted on the other line hysterically.

"What did she do now that made you so frustrated?" I feel like she's overreacting sometimes.

"She made me crazy for a week now. I'm barely able to sleep because she keeps appearing in my dreams asking me about Florence and I don't know, something about a promise."

"What? Who? Florence? Who's Florence?" I asked curiously as I haven't heard that name before.

"Oh, she's your grandmother's very close friend. I think they grew up together in Santa Monica." She explained further.

"It's the first time I heard that name. Why did she never mentioned her before?"

"Of course, she did. When you were younger she always tells you stories about her life in Santa Monica and her close friend Florence. You were too young to remember, I guess." She reasoned.

I do remember some fragments of her telling me stories of her younger days. She would share that she lived in a small community in Aruba. They were not locals there. Her parents are Americans that went for a vacation in the Caribbean and fell in love with the place. They got settled then got married and had my grandma. But in the 1980s they came back here to America for grandma to have a proper education.

"Anyway, maybe it's just your unconscious mind that keeps remembering grandma that's why you have dreams about her. It will just pass." I envy my mom though, how I wish grandma would visit me in my dreams. I just missed her so much.

"No! It will not pass. I'm telling you. She's annoying in my dreams and she's not even saying anything just this Florence and promises. Ugh! Your grandmother always gave me headaches."

No, mom. You are getting on my nerves. Why do you always bring her up? She's already at peace now. My mind said. How I wish I could tell her that.

"Then what do you want from me, mom? I couldn't just say to grandma to stop pestering you in your sleep right?" I said.

"Don't be sarcastic on me. I'm still your mother."

Ever since my parents got divorced everything changed. Now she has her own family and my dad has too. I was eight when they sent me to grandma and left me there. My grandma raised me. I don't have any grudge against them anymore but I'm not close to them either. My grandma was the one who took good care of me while they were gone off my life. If grandma didn't get sick and pushed me to talk to them, I wouldn't even do it. She raised me well to be a good person that's why I loved her so much. I guess I can say she's the only woman I truly loved.

Don't get me wrong I did love other women too but it doesn't usually last. Their definition of love is different from mine. They wanted the whole deal and I don't. I don't do serious relationships. I just don't believe in marriage. Why marry one when you can have more in your lifetime.

"I'm just saying, I can't do anything about your dreams. She's your mother maybe you know why she's coming into your dreams. Or maybe she just wants to send a message to her long-lost friend." I said annoyed.

"You know what, you're right. Sean, why don't you look for her friend Florence. Maybe she knows about this promise thing. Just give her a visit." She suggested.

"What? No, I'm busy. I have a lot of work to do. You know I handle a multi-million company. I don't just go somewhere and find a missing person." I complained. She can demand however she wants but I won't waste my time with her issues.

"Please son, if not for me then do it for your grandmother. Yes, you might be right maybe she wanted to say something to her. She's very important to her you know." Great, now she's targeting my conscience.

"Son?" I kept quiet for a moment thinking. Maybe she's right, maybe grandma left something unfinished here. To be honest, I don't believe in ghosts but if my mom keeps calling me every day, which is not normal, and telling me about her dreams with grandma then there might be some truth in there. And when it comes to grandma I will do anything just to make her happy.

"Fine! I will send someone to look for her. If she's still alive but if not, I'm sorry but I couldn't do anything about your dreams anymore." I hung up the phone immediately before she says something else.

"Grandma, I hope this is worth it."