The voice in my head, was talking sense, "ok girl you know how's it's done, how many times have you done this before?" First time was when you turned 51, next when Chris turned 21, then when Matt had his 21st too, then your 55th, Chris's 25th and now Matt's 25th, "last time girl, you can do it". This is the 6th and last time that I will do this thing, can't back out now, cause if I don't take this step forward I will just have to go through the whole thing again next weekend.
That voice was talking sense, just take those extra steps forward, don't allow him to drag you, one foot slowly in front of the other, shuffling down the corridor towards that gaping door. Now you know the drill, this is the 6th time you have done this thing, knowing that when it is over, you will savour each moment, the voice in my head slowly, carefully drawing me closer and closer to that gaping door.
First your right foot, then pick up your left and place it in front of the right, just 3 or 4 more steps to that door, ah girl your here, now close your eyes, but not too tight, even though he can feel your body trembling with fear, feel your heartbeat, don't allow it to show, you know you can do it, you've done it 5 times before. He has braced himself against the door waiting, waiting for me to give the ok.
The voice in my mind was starting to be very, very persistent in the instructions to me. "pat him on the back, he's waiting for your signal, take a really deep, deep breath, slowly exhale and pat him, do it, do it now". Done and as my hand rests on his back he takes that irreversible step out the door, oh sh.t, my eyes screw even tighter, the wind is rushing past my face, faster and faster, my heart trying to beat fasting than the wind rushing past me, then the sudden jerk as the parachute opens and slows that rush to the ground. My eyes open wide and I look around, wonder, surprise evident on my face as we slowly, gracefully drift towards the ground.
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