I walked in, uninvited, as I always do.
It never occurred to me to knock on my parents’ door.
It is just, well, home.
When I didn’t catch a glimpse of my mom in the kitchen, I called out Hello? Anybody home?
My voice echoed slightly in the emptiness and it startled me, deep within my heart; in a hidden place I never visit.
I walked, knowing I was alone, from room to room.
The Grandfather clock tolled half past the hour.
For which hour it tolled, I can’t be sure.
I looked out the window toward the pond and mountains.
I could see how much of my mom and dad would be lost.
Irrevocably changing everything.
The tick-tick-ticking of a clock became louder and inexplicably, Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart” flashed into my thoughts.
Odd, I thought.
I didn’t doubt that they were fine; yet still I felt a shiver.
The oppressive silence.
The unanswered echoes.
If they don’t outlive me, I will miss my parents when they are gone.
Have I thought of it before?
But it only occurred to me today.