Friday Fictioneers: My Sister’s Final Wish


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Re-reading my sister, Bethany’s Will, I sighed, “My dear sister, you shall be the death of me.”

It’s been a month since Bethany’s timely demise. She was born with a rare genetic disorder of which her body is missing the ability to absorb calcium. Doctors had given her a life sentence of 33 years when she was finally diagnosed at 18. Last month was her 33rd birthday when she drifted off in her sleep.

Now, with her cremated remains in a box along with my poems and essays, I am off to find a tall mountain to fulfill my sister’s final wish.

(100 Words)

For Friday Fictioneers

This is a semi-true story.

The genetic disorder is true. I have it myself, it’s called “Albrights Hereditary Dystrophy” and yes, I was given a 33 years life sentence. Fortunately, I have a medication that acts like a training wheel for my body to absorb calcium. So hopefully, my life sentence on earth is extended. The not true thing about this story is I don’t have a sister and obviously, I’m not writing this in my ash-form but hopefully someone else will be willing to scatter my ashes off of a tall mountain???

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22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: My Sister’s Final Wish

    • This isn’t a common disorder. When I was finally diagnosed, the doctor told me in his 30 years of practice, he’s only seen 10 cases. Right now, I really just hope the medication really extends my life. I guess I’ll know in 3 years.

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