I’ve never been sick. Despite their best attempts at pretending they don’t care about me, my parents at least had me vaccinated as a child. Sure, I’ve had the flu, chicken pox, and common colds, but I’ve never been sick sick to the point that I had to spend time in the hospital. I don’t have kids either, mainly because I can barely take care of myself. But if people love their kids as much as I love myself, I can’t imagine what it’s like to see your kid sick and in the hospital. Unfortunately, every year thousands of people in North Carolina have to watch as their critically ill kids receive treatments that can be extremely expensive, even with insurance. That’s where the Me Fine Foundation comes in. They provide hope to critically ill children and their families through financial assistance, emotional support, and other necessary resources. They rely completely on donations and are holding their Annual Me Fine Gala this Saturday.
To encourage you to buy tickets I’m sharing this story from a Reddit user about everyone’s favorite childhood comic strip, Calvin and Hobbes. (Note: I did not write this story. It’s from someone on Reddit). While reading this you should ugly cry to the point that you’re moved to attend the Gala or donate to Me Fine. If you make it to the end you’ll find out about some big things coming up on ITB Insider™.
Inside of a hospital room
“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife.
Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…find him?”
“Yes dear,” Susie said, smiling sadly. “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said. A few moments passed as Calvin laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally, “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin,” said Hobbes.
“You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.
“You’ve changed a lot,” Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “I knew you always liked her.”
“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
“You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.
“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin’s voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
“You grew up old buddy,” said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!”
Hobbes stroked Calvin’s hair, what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were always together…in our dreams.”
“Yeah, old buddy?”
“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”
“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”
“Sweetheart?” Susie’s voice came from outside the door.
“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.
“Can I come in?” Susie asked.
“Just a minute.”
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. “Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks…for everything…”
“No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”
Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”
Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin’s room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.
“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”
Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”
Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sounds just like me when I was his age.”
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”
Calvin’s beloved family said goodbye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis, come here for a second.”
Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Grandpa?”
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. “This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”
“He’s just a stuffed tiger,” Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”
Francis leaned closer to Calvin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that, he will be your best friend forever.”
“Wow! Thanks Grandpa!” Francis said, hugging Calvin tightly again.
“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.
“Okay!” Francis shouted back.
“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.
“I will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. His eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last breath with a grin on his face.
Apologies for pulling a Sarah McLachlan, but Dad said I that need to be more charitable or he’s going to shut down the blog. As for ITB Insider™, tomorrow I’ll address whether or not the Google Fiber t-shirt is ITB approved. In the next few weeks I’ll begin a hard hitting investigation into a new ITB Instagram account, will introduce a new ITB children’s book just in time for the holidays, and will be adding a new contributor to the site. Stay tuned.
Note: I have no affiliation with the Me Fine Foundation.