My story ("The Waiting Room") explores the ideas of family, memories and misfortune.
This was a story I wrote a while ago after a run of deaths and illnesses in my extended family. Although I was not deeply affected by these events, they did force me to accept the fact that my Grandparents (two of my most cherished people) are getting older, getting more forgetful, getting more slow and more frail. However, were they to (God forbid) fall seriously ill, there would be some comfort in the knowledge that they lead full and happy lives full not of success and wealth, but of family, memories, joy, friendships, and love.
In the story despite the misfortune the characters have, the main character, Jane, reminisces over a good life - not a life filled with amazing jobs and lots of money and a large expensive house - a life filled with fond memories of family. A tragic life is one where these memories are taken from us and these relationships shattered.
While it is a sad story, I feel it reminds us to enjoy life and value our friends and family and the time we have with them. These are, after all, the most important things a person has.