When I Remember When
Looking back at my career, it had it's ups and downs. Nothing was as priceless as seeing our fans faces when we performed during one of our high-energy concerts or signing an autograph for them to cherish forever. Yes, I can positvely say that those were the best times of my life. All my other best friends, the brothers I never had have all passed on. I'm the last one living a legacy many of our critics thought was impossible for a "boyband". Miracles can happen and I think God chose us as the ones to carry out our mission, our path in life. I have the evidence to support this locked away safe from greedy hands. Only one other person knows about this "secret place" and sadly, she lost her fight with breast cancer 27 years ago. While I'm writing this, I cry a stray tear for you Amanda. Since your death, I've withdrew myself from society, locking my doors at Sunshine Retirement Home for the Elderly. Life means nothing to me anymore, but at least I can look back and remember the more happier times. Even Alzheimer's can't strip those memories away from me and I thank you God for that everyday. I also am very blessed with two beautiful girls who are fully grown-up now and have given me grandchildren to love with all my heart. Thinking about it, God has given me alot. The gift of voice, a wonderful life, my health, a family I never really had, the list goes on. Maybe I should take back the words I wrote earlier, life does mean something to me but I've been too selfish to realize what it was. Now I am confident I can take the big step I've been afraid to face for so long. Now I can be reunited with my flesh and blood as well as those who made my life a joyful one.
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"Mr. McLean?"
I looked up from my diary and gave a toothless smile at the young, vibrant nurse who towered above me.
"I know, time for bed." I laid my diary and pencil along with my bifocals down on the nightstand and let her shift me into a comfortable position in the bed I slept many a lonely night in. My joints ached from arthritis as I set my bald head down on the pillow soaked from my own body sweat.
"Can you tuck my sheets in extra tight?" I requested. The nurse nodded her head, making her way around.
"Anything else?" she asked me, staring at my aged face.
"Yes my dear." I said, pointing at my diary,"I want you to make sure you give this to my girls tomorrow. They should be by for a visit."
"Uh, sure Mr. McLean." she replied, thinking it was odd I was making such an interrogative, "Good night."
"And good night to you too my lady." I said as the lights went out. I sighed as I thought back on my 91 years of experiences I have endured and wisdom I learned. A faint smile crept across my face as I decided how to sum them all up.
"Keep the Backstreet pride alive." I mumbled to noone inparticualr as I closed my eyes for the last time,following the illuminating bright white light to end one life and start a brand new beginning.
THE END!!
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