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    On Sunday
    On Sunday
    On Sunday
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    On Sunday

    By Dave Barnes

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    Do you enjoy positive stories of hope, love and empowerment. If so then ON SUNDAY is for you. This moving story celebrates the power of love and hope in a deeply personal way. Charlie our main character has just lost his wife of 35 years to lung cancer. While he struggles to find his footing, he reunites with some old friends from his military past. This reunion leads him back to his first love, a woman who changed his life on many levels. While there families pulled them apart years ago, now they have a second chance to to be the lovers they were meant to be.

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    This book is a powerful story about hope, redemption and finding your soul mate. It is an easy read full of tears, joy and laughter. It teaches about the power of the individual, and how we can each make a difference in the lives of those around us. Charlie's second chance brings him the joy and fulfillment he had searched for all his life. On Sunday is a positive satisfying story for all ages.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDave Barnes
    Release dateSep 30, 2013
    ISBN9781301522576
    On Sunday
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    Dave Barnes

    Dave Barnes (D. Charles Barnes) is an Emmy award winning film maker. He has worked in film for over 40 years and began writing novels a few years ago. He is based in Florida and pilots his own plane, doing film and video production throughout the south. His clients include ABC,CBS,NBC, FOX, CNN, 60 Minutes, Dateline,the Weather channel and hundreds of commercial accounts. His film business can be found at www.Barneswest.com "Novel writing is like making a film without the crew!"

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      On Sunday - Dave Barnes

      Chapter 1

      The pain in my heart shook my reality, and without my daughter Hope at my side, I would collapse. I was burying my wife after 35 years, and I could hardly breathe.

      Are you ok?  Hope, my daughter, was always looking after me.

      I’m fine, even though I felt like ending it right then and there.

      I think mom would be surprised at the turnout. She said.

      I couldn’t answer, and it seemed like a dream to me. The rain started to sprinkle as everyone assembled by the grave. June, my wife, had died suddenly from lung cancer after smoking for most of her life. It was a habit that she could not beat, and it hurt me deeply. She was my world, she handled everything, and I was lost without her; it scared me.

      We are all here today….. the preacher went on, but I could not pay attention. What was I going to do?  How could I face another day without her?  June had defined our lives and made most of our decisions.

      She grew up with an alcoholic father, and the fear of making a mistake and angering someone controlled her life completely. She never took a chance on anything and always made the safe choice.

      Over the years, I became dependent on her to make most of our decisions. It was easier to let her handle things and just get out of the way. But now she was gone, and I needed to be strong, I told myself, at least for the children.

      Dad, it’s time to go. My son Steven was helping me toward the car with his family in tow. He had married a wonderful woman and had two beautiful girls. I wondered how this would affect them.

      Was the service over? Already? I simply walked and nodded at friends and family. I pretended to be there, but my mind was numb. Faking it was the only way I could get through.

      Bill, a co-worker from the university touched my shoulder.

      Charlie, I’m so sorry for your loss; if I can help in any way, just let me know

      I just nodded and thanked him. I felt dead to the world; it was all too painful.

      Here dad, get in. I focused at not collapsing into the vehicle. The pain in my heart fogged my mind; I simply could not think, and I was glad Hope and Steven were there for me.

      Chapter 2

      Sitting on the back porch watching the grand kids was the only way I could stay focused on anything. As family and friends came and went, reality began to settle in. My wife June had run the household, and I simply fit into whatever plans she made. She handled all the finances, made our vacation plans, and picked out most of my clothes. That was over now, and I was on my own.

      Dad, have you got enough food? Are you going to be OK? I’m worried about you. Hope sat next to me, and started giving out advice, which was her way of showing, she cared.

      I plan to come over and help out a couple times a week. What days work best for you?

      I haven’t even thought about any of that. I really didn’t care at this point what anyone did for me.

      We have to do something; you’ll need some help. She got up quickly and walked away without waiting for my response. She learned to do that from her mother. June had always walked away when she wasn’t expecting to hear the answer she wanted. It always pissed me off, but today it seemed OK.

      I moved back into the house. While it was filled with people, I felt alone for the first time in 35 years. It felt odd, not bad - not good, just odd.

      I surveyed the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, and everything in my world, my home, and my furniture; it now seemed so insignificant and trivial, just stuff that took up space. Nothing really mattered, and I just didn’t care at all.

      Pa Pa I love you. It was Luna, my granddaughter, reaching out for a hug.

      Come here baby. You know how much I love you. It felt good to be wanted.

      She was the spitting image of her beautiful mother, Lauren, Steven's wife. She was a happy little girl who could brighten any situation.

      Are you going to come live with us? she asked.

      No, I can’t live with you, but I will come and visit. Is that OK?

      She just smiled, and I began to feel a little better.

      As family and co-workers began to leave one by one, my energy began to drain. I was now going to be living alone, and I did not like it.

      Dad, please take care, and don’t be afraid to call me for anything. Don’t play the big tough guy routine; I need you as much as we need each other.

      My son’s words made sense though we both knew I probably wouldn’t listen.

      Dad, Lauren hugged me, I love you… I’ll call before I come over tomorrow and help you get settled. You know, figure all this out.

      She was always there for all of us, and we often took it for granted.

      Life was not fair. I was the one who was supposed to die first. Losing June hurt so deeply that I still couldn’t get my mind around it. She died so quickly, and I barely spent any time with her in the end. From the time June learned she had lung cancer till she died was only 40 days - 40 days spent in and out of hospitals and doctors offices. I hardly had any time with her. She died way too young, and that made me angry and sad.

      After everyone had gone home, I sat in the living room and fell asleep on the couch from exhaustion; my bed had simply become far too big and lonely.

      Chapter 3

      June always did the shopping, and I took that for granted. All the aisles in my local grocery store seemed to go on forever, and I really did not like doing this at all. Thank God for frozen dinners and microwave ovens.  It was easy food to make, and I liked that.

      I would go grocery shopping on Mondays at 10am to meet up with a group of widowers and share information. It was an informal group that I learned about through one of the stores cashiers. It was a way to connect with others who were also in my situation. What gets stains out best? What’s on sale today? Little bits of information, pretty useless stuff, yet it was becoming my only social outlet, a group of widowers in a grocery store.

      Hey, Charlie, what’s new? It was Glen a white haired widower, with a gray jacket and a little hat.

      Seen any good sales today? He was always very chipper.

      Not really. I was being polite. I’m still getting used to this shopping thing.

      I know what you mean; it took me a while after my wife passed.

      He looked at the floor, and his eyes welled up. She was so good to me, took real good care of me.

      I looked at him and felt sad. At least, I had my children, while he had no one.

      I’m taking a cooking class at the jr college, he piped up It’s been a real big help. You should consider joining me. He looked up for my reaction.

      Thanks, I smiled, but I have a really busy schedule, and besides, I’ll never learn to cook; I’m too impatient.

      We simply looked at each other and quietly walked on.

      This is what my life had become, gathering up food and sitting in front of the television. I felt nothing, and I wanted it all to end. I was depressed. I was hurting, and I could not help myself. It was challenging for me to be positive. I hurt so deeply, and it left little room in my life for anything else.

      It frustrated and angered me, yet I could not change it. Here I was a retired professional counselor, and I was lost deep in despair. I knew I should get professional help, but what the hell… I was a professional help!

      When I got home, I didn’t put most of the food away, just the frozen goods; I thought why bother when you just have to get it all out later anyway. I went to my couch and turned on the TV. I had 160 channels of programming and nothing worth watching. It seemed like everything in my world had turned gray; all color had run out of my life. The longer I sat there, the more hopeless I felt.

      I have to get over this, I said to myself. Grow up and move on. But nothing helped. I was lost in a world without June.

      When I woke up from a nap it was 11:47 pm. I had to do something to keep myself from going crazy, but what? What would I tell someone in my situation? Talk about it? Keep a journal? Get some grief counseling?

      These all made sense, but I wasn’t going to do anything. I got up

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