"The Photo - In Retrospect"
The Conner Family Stories:
01-"A Gift On Christmas Eve"
02-"Gifts On Christmas Morning"
03-"Nightmares Of A Broken Promise"
04-"The Request"
05-"Love Across Town"
06-"The Photo - In Retrospect" - current
This story is part of 'The Conner Family' Series and takes place three months after Jennifer Conner's accident and three months before Chapter One of the series - "A Gift On Christmas Eve." - Rugrat60
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Kenneth Robert Conner sat quietly in the office in the home of his mother. The home he had grown up in. The home he had returned to after his divorce. He sat quietly watching the progress of the synchronization of his laptop to his larger, more powerful home computer and to the servers down in the basement.
He knew he did not have to watch the computers work, he had run the program nearly every day when he was home and usually just walked away for lunch, or head out and run errands, or during the summer go jump into the pool. Knowing that the program could take care of itself.
But he had been in Florida. He was there not on vacation, but there taking care of his cousin Jennifer, his life long best friend, for the past three months after her accident. The accident which occurred when her fighter jet ran into a flock of birds during take off and her engines failed over the crowded Naval Base.
He quickly shifted his thoughts away from thinking about the results of her fighter jet going into the ground and Jennifer's life threatening injuries when she avoided the crowed areas around the base. And her ejecting seconds before the fighter crashed into the ground and exploded. Thus keeping those on the ground from harm.
And now today, this was his first full day back home, after spending the time with Jen in Florida. Helping her to get through those hard, slow months of her recovery. Taking care of all her needs.
He glanced at the computer monitor. It would take quite sometime today for the backup to run as he had started two new projects while in Florida.
He took a deep breath and slowly sighed and let his eyes drift about his father's old study. He remembered the many times he would come in to ask his Dad a question on his homework or some school project or something else. No matter what his father was working on, he always had time for him. And for his sisters, he remembered.
He slowly turned his father's high backed, office chair away from the desk and let his eyes drift slowly about the office. He still referred to it as 'the office' or 'Dad's Office,' but never his office. The other chair sat near the window. He and his sisters would take that chair when their father 'held council' on their behavior, or 'conversed' over their questions.
He had quickly realized that today was going to be a complete waste of time doing any real work. His mind was running on empty and the usual inner chatter on programming issues running through his mind were gone. His mind was blank. He felt empty and numb. So very much empty.
Empty except for one thing. Jennifer. She was there, in his thoughts, all the time. And had been ever since he got the call about her accident.
He looked at the second chair again and smiled. His father had never raised his voice in anger. Only once had he stood in here with the door closed as a teenager, facing his parents who sat in both chairs. He had been suspended from school for five days when he put down five members of the high school football team for picking on his cousin Jen. Also suspended were Jen and her brother Brian for their part in that rather one sided fight. Considering the three of them had been taking Karate lessons for years.
'Tell me what happened,' said his father. And Ken did. He remembered his father had snorted as his mother had giggled. Then his father had jerked his thumb at the door. And told him to 'Go write it up. I want it on my desk in the morning.'
Ken continued to turn, letting his mind and eyes drift about. Then his eyes stopped, looking at the opposite wall, at the eight by ten framed picture of his cousin Jennifer.
It was a four year old picture. She was standing in her Navy flight suit on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier Enterprise. It was, he remembered, a photo she had someone take just for him. In the photo she stood beside her jet fighter with a big smile and with her double handed forefinger and thumb 'v' shaped salute with her hands by her face. It was the one hand gesture she only gave to him when everything was okay. And for Jen that meant life was perfect.
Ken closed his eyes as he took a deep shuddering breath.
But everything was not okay. Nothing was perfect. And it would never be again. Every thing had changed.
"Oh, Jen," he softly whispered, looking up at the picture as he blew out his breath, feeling his eyes stinging and then tears began to run down his cheeks. "Jen. I'm so sorry."
"Ken?" came the soft voice of his mother.
Ken turned to look up at his mother standing in the doorway.
He quickly wiped at his eyes.
Sharon sighed. Then she stepped into the room and wrapped an arm about his shoulder. "Men and their tears! I'll never understand." She kissed the top of his head. "It is okay to cry you know."
"I almost lost her, Mom."
"Ken," said Sharon softly as she knelt down in front of the chair, looking up at him, "listen to me, Sweetheart. You did not almost loose her. You got there just in time. At the right moment to rescue her." She took a deep breath and sighed. "Your Aunt Karen called that first day, after they saw Jen and you. She told me that the Doctors only gave Jen a ten percent chance of surviving her injuries." Sharon nodded. "Yes, Jen was that badly hurt. But, after you got there, Jen started to stabilize. Like it or not, kido, you were Jen's life line. You held on to her until she could hold her own."
She reached up and tussled his hair. "Then you stayed with her and helped Jennifer through those hard months of her recovery."
Ken looked up at her. Tears still ran down his cheeks.
