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The Summer of '69
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The Summer of '69

It was hot, the summer of '69, Aiko recalled many years later. From the moment in late August, she would feel the heat of that Connecticut summer every time she stepped out into the sun. Each time she closed, her eyes she would smell the sweet late summer breeze that often drifted by the hospital windows. However, Aiko's story does not begin in August; it begins in late July of 1969. The year her life came to a halt.

It was a hot night in the house Aiko's grandfather's house. A construction worker, James often rented houses while in a different town. A strong man of fifty-seven, James was weak emotionally. What he lacked in emotion he gained in physical strength.

Aiko stayed with her grandfather during the summer vacations. It was the day after her eleventh birthday, when Aiko's adopted aunt, Mary, fell ill. At two in the morning on 26 July 1969, James and Aiko rushed Mary to the hospital. The entire time they drove Aiko could only think one thought. Please, let her be okay, she thought as she watched Mary.

It killed Aiko to have to wait in the emergency room waiting room. She felt herself being pulled into sleep. Worry evident in her young eyes.

Normally cheerful and happy around people they just showed worry and despair. Without consciousness, she soon drifted into a sleep anything but peaceful, on the hard chairs. The icy cold felt as though it would freeze her to the chair through her thin nightgown.

The sun was high in the sky when Aiko awoke. Her grandfather looked down on her. Rising and looking around the young girl asked, "Where is she? Is she okay?"

The look on his face said what his words did not. "She'll be okay," he said with a strained smile.

A pang of betrayal hit Aiko in the heart. A lie, she thought. He's lying to me? She's here in the hospital and he's lying to me? "Okay," said Aiko, hurt obvious on her face. It looked strained and much too old for her young age. "Let's try the truth this time. Where is she?"

"The Intensive Care Unit," said James, realizing that he couldn't lie to his granddaughter. He never truly could, but that never stopped him from trying.

Aiko shot up in rage and worry and ran to the stairs, climbing the steps two at a time from the first floor to the fourth. The stairs, no matter how many she took or how fast she went, never seemed to end. She looked up and could see the abyss of stairs. The winding never seemed to end. It could have reached to the sky.

Her lungs felt like daggers as she ran. Her heart beat as fast as a race car driver drove. By the time she finally reached the floor she was looking for, her legs were gel, weak and tired. However, even as every muscle in her body begged to stop and rest she ran. Running as fast as she could to the nursing station. "Mary Kvass," Aiko panted with all her might just to get those two simple words out. The pain in her lungs increased as a prickling sensation grew.

"Are you family?" the nurse asked as though there were years to tell her every-thing that was wrong. But there isn't! Aiko thought. There's this moment, now and only now!

"Of course, I'm family! I'm her mother-fucking daughter! Now where is she?" Aiko yelled swearing for the first time at an adult. Moreover, lying as well.

"Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to calm down," the woman said, her dark brown hair was tied back in a tight ponytail.

"Calm down!" Aiko shouted her voice shrill. "I can't calm down! You have her in an ICU!"

"Miss, Calm down, please."

Doesn't she understand? Aiko thought. Doesn't she know I need to see her! Aiko could hear the beating of her heart. The thing that hurt so much she could swear it was trying to escape through her throat. "I really need to see her!" Aiko said in a pleading voice. "Please, if you have any heart at all, let me se her!"

"Room 139," said the nurse, a glint of sadness in her eyes.

After a quick thank you, Aiko ran off in search of room 139. Finally, she found the room. Taking a deep breath, she tried to walk as slowly as possible into the room.

"Look at this, Liz," Mary said with a laugh holding her arms out to Aiko. "They poked me so much I look like a drug addict!"

Aiko smiled lightly. "Yeah," she said forcing an ease in her shaky voice. "How much blood did they take?"

"Enough," Mary said sitting back into the pillows. The paleness in her face frightened Aiko. As she looked into Mary's eyes Aiko worried even more. They were yellow. A pale, grey, ugly, yellow. The kind no one liked.

The next few weeks passed amicably. Aiko had found out what the doctors didn't want to say to Mary. Mary was dying. She braced herself and smiled whenever she went into Mary's room. In mid-August, Mary was transferred to the University hospital.

It was 29 August 1969 when Aiko's life came to a halt. It was quarter to two when Aiko came back to Mary's room that day. She had just gone to get some food.

"Hey," Aiko said walking into the room cheerfully. "I got some food. It's not real food, but it's something. So you can-," she cut herself off. "MARY!" she cried dropping the sandwich and soda she had and ran to her side. She tried to stop the bleeding with anything. "HELP! HELP!" she cried. "PLEASE! I NEED A DOCTOR!" The crimson liquid did a mystic ballet down Mary's face. From her eyes, her nose, her mouth and her ears. From every hole in her head, blood was pouring out. Soon the blood was puddling at her feet.

A doctor and a nurse ran in. They worked on Mary pushing Aiko away. The blood stuck to her shoes. She backed slowly against the wall. The doctor called for a crash cart. . . tick. . . he called a charge. . . tock. . . he put the paddles on her bare chest. . . tick. . . she was jolted a little. . . tock. . . there was a flat line beep sound. . . tick. . . he repeated the procedure. . . tock. . . he called her death. . . everything was drowned out. All Aiko could do was stand there, frozen still in fear and disbelief.

~*~

It wasn't until weeks later that Aiko finally spoke to someone. It was longer until she finally spoke of this event aloud. Even many years later, Aiko can still smell the breeze, hear the clock above her head, feel the summer heat, and see the blood puddling at her feet. That was truly a moment she would never forget. Not for as long as she would live.

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