24 Hours Later

By Brenda Stringham

Jennifer

I missed your call one afternoon. Now I will never get to see your sweet face again. Never get to hear your sweet voice.

 

Just 24hours later your soul departed this world and mine, will never be the same again. Will I ever be able to love someone again? Am I destined to live 24 hours after your death forever?

 

It was 24 hours after missing your call that my whole world shattered. 24 hours.

 

That's fourteen hundred and forty minutes, eighty-six thousand and four hundred seconds if you're counting.

 

I was.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brenda Stringham
• Release date: Jan 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224955510

Brenda Stringham

Brenda Stringham has lived in the Northwestern United States for many years. Until his death she and her husband rode their Harleys all over the countryside together, but these days you'll find her cuddling with her Boxer Taz and her kitty Dottie while exploring her creativity and bringing you great stories to read. 

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Chapter One

Jennifer

As Jo continued to talk on the other end of the phone, I mindlessly twirled the coiled phone cord around my fingertips. Her voice was a familiar background noise as I let my thoughts wander. I only half listened, occasionally responding with generic phrases when she paused in her rambling. My parents, Norma, and Paul Hanson owned one of the few households in Madison, Idaho, that still had a landline. They were old-fashioned in some ways. 

Jo had called the landline because I’d been avoiding her calls on my cell phone, not intentionally, but just because it was difficult for me to have a conversation with anyone, even my closest friends. It was a response I’d been trying all year to change, but with little success.

Come on, Jen. You haven’t hung out with us since you got back. Just one night out won’t hurt.

Okay, but only for a couple hours. I don’t want to be away from Sara for too long.

Yay!!! I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll pick you up at seven and we’ll meet David at the bar.

As soon as I’d agreed to go out that night, a heavy feeling of regret settled in my chest. There was a nagging sense that something wasn’t right about the whole idea. My heart still felt heavy with the memory of Kyle’s passing, and it made it difficult for me to find any joy in social outings like this. It just didn’t feel right to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t, and never would be again.

With a heavy sigh, I hung up the phone and immediately regretted my decision. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I thought about leaving the safety and comfort of my home, which had become my sanctuary once more. The walls and familiar objects provided a sense of solace that I couldn’t find anywhere else.

But I reminded myself that I hadn’t seen our friends since Kyle’s funeral. Guilt gnawed at me for avoiding them, but the thought of facing them without him by my side was overwhelming.

I had felt Jo’s persistent nagging to go out following me everywhere I went since my return to Madison. Her continuous pleas only fueled my desire to stay holed up in my own sadness at home. Depression had become a constant shadow in my life, blending seamlessly into my everyday routine. It had become my new normal, and the thought of breaking out of it was terrifying.

Jo had been trying to help me move on from the grief that had consumed me since Kyle’s death, but being around people was still an uphill battle. It was something only those who had experienced loss could understand. It was also something I was determined to overcome.

Our group of friends had been inseparable since childhood, and the memories of how much fun Kyle and I used to have with them flooded back. But ever since he’d joined the military, things were never quite the same.

As I made my way downstairs, I found my mother folding laundry in the basement. She hadn’t noticed my presence as I leaned against the doorway of the utility room and watched her quietly. The weight of her love and understanding radiated from her, and for a moment I felt like going out wasn’t such a bad idea after all. But as she finally noticed me and jumped slightly, I couldn’t shake off the uncertainty that still lingered within me.

You startled me. What’s going on?

Mom, could you watch Sara for a bit tonight? Jo convinced me to go play pool and I need someone to babysit.

Of course, honey. Your father and I would love to help. You deserve some time away from this house to relax. You used to have so much fun with Jo and David, remember? Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It’s been a long time since you have taken a break. At least since—well, it’s been a while. Her voice trailed off momentarily and she seemed unsure of how to proceed.

As my footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs, I checked the clock and realized I only had an hour left to get ready. But before diving into all that, I wanted to spend some quality time with Sara. 

Memories from high school and my early days with Kyle flooded my mind as I ascended the stairs. We’d tied the knot right after graduation, and he’d immediately left for boot camp after our honeymoon. 

Our parents gifted us with a two week honeymoon in Hawaii, where I got to fulfill my lifelong dream of swimming in the ocean. The crystal clear waters, warm breeze, and vibrant sea life still lingered in my mind. But those happy times were short-lived as we soon had to pack up our belongings and move. Him to boot camp, me to my nursing school which started in the fall. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, I focused on that night’s plans. It was just Jo, David, and me, old friends reuniting after years apart. Hopefully, my anxiety wouldn’t make an appearance and I could truly enjoy their company.

Reaching my bedroom, I noticed a familiar ding from my phone. Jo had sent a text confirming our plans for the night. I replied that I would still go.

Even though I hated the idea of going out in general, I also didn’t want to look like crap if I did, so I pulled out my makeup and did myself up. I pulled my blonde hair up into a bun, added a bit of blush to brighten up my otherwise pale skin, and put on some black mascara and a touch of eyeliner. The dark color contrasted well with the sea-green color of my eyes, and I had to admit I liked the look, but at the same time it added to my reluctance to go.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stared at my phone with a growing urge to cancel. I could use my child as an excuse. I could say Sara had a fever and I couldn’t leave her. That was one of the perks of being a parent; your children could be your ticket out of unwanted plans.

But before I could come up with a good enough excuse, my mom called up to me from downstairs. She told me that Jo was already here and to make sure I bundled up since it was starting to freeze at night.

Thanks again for watching Sara, I called back. I love you.

There was no turning back now. Reluctantly, I made my way through the house toward the coat rack, dreading the rest of the night. I grabbed the light jean jacket that Kyle had given me for Christmas one year and my mind started to wander.

Why did I agree to this?

As I stood at the threshold of my parents’ door, my heart began to race like a wild animal and thumped against my chest. My breaths came quick and shallow, causing my whole body to tremble in anticipation. Jo was standing outside; she waved at me from the driveway, her cheerful gesture adding to the already buzzing nerves just below the surface.

I took a deep breath, trying to force down the overwhelming anxiety that threatened to consume me. I couldn’t let it control me, not when I was about to spend an evening with my closest friends, Jo and David. They were regular people, nothing to fear. With shaky legs, I climbed into Jo’s car as she flashed me a warm smile, attempting to ease my jittery state.

Girl, we’re going to have the best time tonight. No stress, just like old times.

I’ve missed you guys, I admitted as we drove to the bar.

As we entered the dimly lit bar, I immediately spotted David as he sat at a small table tucked away in the back corner. The wooden table was covered with an assortment of finger foods and a pitcher of beer, which was already half empty. My eyes were drawn to the two glasses on the table. One sat in front of David, and another placed in front of an empty seat. It was an odd sight, and I couldn’t help but wonder why there were two glasses if he’d been alone until we got there.

Hey girls, David greeted us with a smile as we approached the table. Before you say anything, I invited a coworker of mine who’s new in town and doesn’t know anyone.

David! You knew how difficult it was for me to convince Jen to come! I said it would just be the three of us, Jo sighed in frustration.

I’m sorry, babe, David apologized, looking sheepish. Jacob’s a cool guy, but he’s only been in Madison about four months, and needs some friends to hang out with.

Well then I hope he makes some, Jo responded curtly.

It’s fine, Jo, I interjected as I tried to diffuse the tension. Where is he anyway?

He went to the bathroom. He should be back any minute now.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders making his way toward our table from across the bar. Jacob, I thought, as I tried not to let my curiosity show.

Well, at least he was easy on the eyes. And that cowboy hat added to the charm. If I had to meet someone new, it was a relief that he was a handsome man with kind brown eyes, and not some kind of a troll.

Jacob Benson, this is JoAnne, my fiancé, and our friend Jennifer.

Hi, ladies. I’m glad you guys let me tag along. I don’t know anyone here yet; this community is so tight knit that it’s hard to make friends.

Hi Jacob, we both replied.

It was a breath of fresh air to finally have a conversation with someone who didn’t already know every detail of my life. He didn’t give me sympathetic looks or pry into my personal affairs, allowing me to relax and enjoy some easy, lighthearted banter. 

We played a few rounds of pool, the satisfying crack of the balls and clinking of glasses filling the dimly lit bar. Jacob gave me some money to pick songs from the Juke Box that sat in the back. Another pitcher of beer arrived at our table, cold and frothy.

As we laughed and chatted, I felt surprisingly at ease around him. There was a natural flow to our conversation, each topic leading effortlessly into the next. It was a welcome change from the usual pressure and expectations that would come up on a date.

Do you have any children, Jen? His question caught me off guard for a moment.

Yes, I have a daughter who just turned one.

Is every woman in this fucking town divorced? Jacob’s sudden outburst startled everyone around us as he slammed his glass down on the table. I’m tired of desperate women trying to get me out on blind dates. He continued his rant, frustration clear in his voice.

Well, I’m not divorced or desperate. I countered, irritation building inside me. I grabbed the pitcher and poured its foamy contents over Jacob’s head.

So, you’re just another slut cheating on your husband then? His sneer dripped with condescension as he glared at me through the curtain of beer as it dripped down his face.

Fury boiled within me as I glared at the man sitting across from me. I slammed the empty plastic pitcher down on the table, my hands trembling with anger. The loud bang echoed through the bar, causing heads to turn in our direction. In my haste to leave, I toppled over my chair with a crash and quickly grabbed my jacket from the back of it.

My husband was killed overseas fighting to protect his family. And unfortunately, assholes like you. And just to set the record straight, douche bag, I never asked to meet you. Until tonight I didn’t even know you existed. As far as I’m concerned, I wish I never had.

Nice job, asshole, Jo shouted as I stormed away from the table. We’ve been trying to get her out of the house and back into society since she came home last year. She’s one of my closest friends, and you just ruined everything!

Jacob stuttered in response. Clearly, he felt guilty. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration before attempting to clean up the spilled beer with a flimsy napkin that had been resting under his glass. The napkin tore, leaving small white chunks of itself embedded in his dark hair. But it was too late; the liquid had already filled his chest pocket and seeped through the fabric and was now slowly dripping onto his jeans, leaving a dark wet stain behind.

You didn’t know, but that didn’t stop you from making a complete ass of yourself, JoAnne accused as she stood up and followed me out into the cool autumn evening.

Smooth move, Benson, David chimed in. I knew this was a bad idea. You owe me a pitcher of beer.

Their voices reverberated behind me as I angrily pushed through the door of the bar and slammed it shut with a deafening bang. I quickened my pace, desperate to escape. Cutting through the dimly lit parking lot, I took a shortcut through an alleyway and hurried across town toward my childhood home.

The wonderful thing about small towns was you could walk anywhere within ten minutes.

The downside of small towns was you could walk anywhere within ten minutes.

After being confined to my parents’ house for what felt like an eternity, I’d finally decided it was time to go out and spend some quality time with someone who knew me before everything fell apart. 

Depression had taken its toll on me, rendering me emotionally isolated even in a room full of people. It had robbed me of the joy of living my life. And as if that wasn’t enough, every time I stepped outside, memories of Kyle flooded my mind, every corner and street in our quiet little town held a memory of us. As I passed Baker Jewelry Store, where we once picked out our class rings and later bought our wedding bands, the weight of nostalgia bore down on me.

I passed Madison Lanes, where Kyle had taught me how to bowl and where we’d had our first date. Trying to distract myself, I power walked past Roxy Cinema, where we’d watched Disney movies with our mothers and later shared our first kiss, in the last row on the right side, two seats from the end. Everywhere I looked held both beautiful and painful memories. As I made my way down my parents’ street, a cold tear slid down my cheek, which I quickly wiped away.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me and hugged it close, trying to block out the piercing cold. The wind whipped through my hair with such force that it felt like icy knives against my skin. I huddled closer to myself, desperate for any warmth that could seep into my shivering body. 

How does one find comfort when the chill seems to penetrate straight to the bone? Will I ever feel truly warm again, in both body and soul?

When I finally arrived at my childhood home, the windows glowed with warm light against the dark evening sky. I could hear the muffled sound of the local news playing inside. As I stepped inside, my mother looked up from her spot on the couch with a start of surprise.

Hey honey, you’re home early. I didn’t even hear Jo’s car pull up, she remarked.

What’s wrong, sweetie? My father asked without taking his eyes off the TV. His nightly routine was sacred, and nothing could interrupt it.

I don’t want to talk about it, I replied, exhaustion evident in my voice. I just want to see Sara and go to bed.

I just put her to bed about forty-five minutes ago. She must have sensed you were not home yet. It was a bit of a struggle getting her to sleep. Best not to wake her, or she’ll be just as cranky as you used to be at her age.

Very funny, Mom, I replied. I’ll try not to wake her. I just want to say goodnight before going to bed. Thank you for watching her. Love you both.

We love you too, sweetheart, they replied in unison.

My parents exchanged a concerned look, wondering why I had come home earlier than expected.

She looks sad and angry at the same time. I should talk to her, my mother suggested.

Well, you know she takes after you, my dad chuckled as he changed the channel on the TV, trying to lighten the mood.

What the hell does that mean? My mom shot him a sharp glared and turned in her chair to face him.

Just that she’s strong willed and independent like you. When she’s upset like this, it’s best to give her some space and find out what’s wrong when she’s had a chance to process. Then you can let me know whose ass I need to beat tomorrow.

Slowly, I ascended the creaking stairs as I listened to the faint sounds of my parents bickering below. My daughter’s room was at the end of the hallway, a haven from the sound of her quarreling grandparents. As I pushed open the door, a wave of warmth and serenity washed over me. 

The soft glow of moonlight peeked through the curtains, casting shadows on the pale walls. In the corner of the room stood a white crib, the soft glow of her nightlight cast shadows on the wall. Peeking over the railing, I saw my sleeping daughter, her dark hair fanned out around her head like a halo.

With a gentle touch, I ran my fingers through her soft locks, savoring the silkiness against my skin. I leaned in closer and pressed my cheek against the cool railing.

I love you, baby girl, I whispered into the stillness of the night.

Placing my hand on Sara’s chest, I could feel her steady breath rise and fall. It was a comfort to know she was safe and peaceful in her slumber.

Your daddy loves you too, I added with a small smile. He’ll always be with you.

Leaving the door slightly ajar so I could hear if Sara stirred, I tiptoed out of the room and back to my own bedroom. Collapsing onto my bed, I finally let go of all the emotions I had been holding in since leaving the bar earlier that evening. The tears came freely now, streaking black from my smudged eyeliner and mascara.

Were these tears of anger? Of sadness? Both intertwined together?

Just as I thought I couldn’t cry any harder, my cell phone began to vibrate in my pocket. With a heavy heart, I pulled it out and saw a missed call and voicemail from Jo, checking up on me after what had happened at the bar. 

My finger hovered over the call back button, but I couldn’t bring myself to deal with it tonight. Instead, I pressed the lock screen button and was met with a photo of Kyle holding a picture of Sara’s ultrasound, a moment frozen in time, a reminder of all that I’d lost.

Fresh tears began to fall, wet reminders of the love I once had and the pain that still lingered in my heart.

The weight of my twenty-two years pressed down on me, a heavy cloak of sorrow that I couldn’t shake off. How had my life come to this point? Too young to be a widow, yet here I was. It felt like I must have some screwed up Karma, a cruel twist of fate that had singled me out for punishment. Was I a horrible person in a past life? Was that why I was being punished now?

With trembling hands, I placed the phone with the screen facing down on the nightstand. My eyes were swollen and red, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I stood up and walked into my bathroom to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. 

The light in the mirror was harsh, casting shadows over my already pale face. With a sigh, I reached for my makeup remover wipes and cleansed my face. If only they could erase the emotions behind those streaks, the pain, the heartache, the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume me.

I can’t believe I put makeup on and fixed my hair. What a complete waste of time. I decided to lay down and get some rest. Tomorrow was a new day; I’d deal with this then. I pulled my covers back and climbed into bed, trying to sleep.

That night my dreams were plagued with images, painful memories replaying throughout my mind:

I was just calling to say I love you and miss you and our baby, Kyle said. "I still can’t believe we’re going to be parents. It seems like a dream. I can’t wait till my leave next month. When I’m there, I want to go with you to an ultrasound appointment."

A text glaring on my cell screen: We’re being sent out today. I can’t tell you where but know that I love you both so much. You’re both my whole world. Tell our baby her daddy can’t wait to meet her. I love you so much. Bye."

I heard my cell phone ring the next day but was in the middle of getting ready for work, so I let it go to voice mail. I figured I would call whoever it was back.

Fast forward.

I heard the doorbell the next day. As I turned the doorknob and pulled open the door, I saw Kyle’s CO, Major Collins, and the base Chaplain standing there with solemn faces. My heart sank.

They didn’t have to say a word. Their expressions spoke volumes. A low moan escaped my lips. I felt faint. Their images blurred as I stared at them through the watery lens created by my tears.

Major Collins asked if they could come inside and talk. He informed me that Kyle’s helicopter had crashed, and unfortunately there were no survivors. I had been eager to know the exact moment of his death, wanting to understand what I was doing when his soul departed from this world. It was important for me to ensure that I would never repeat or engage in the same actions as I did during that time. However, they refused to disclose that information to me.

Major Collins placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and a supportive hand under my arm. The Chaplain stood on my other side as they supported me. 

He called me yesterday. I was getting ready for work and missed his call. Now, it’s just twenty-four hours later and I’ll never get to hear his voice again.

"Do you need me to call your families on your behalf? It