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A Magic Beyond All We Do Here
- Chapter Three

Allahaismaladuk

Mundanes and Muggles and what
constitutes magic

Sinestra and OMC

Charles was devastated, he
couldn�t look at his wife without grieving but he couldn�t not look at
her knowing that she would be gone soon and forever.

Rose was determined to not be
�dying before I am dying.�� She told Charles not to mourn while she was still
alive.

�It is not Allahaismaladuk
(Allah is maul ee duke) do you remember, Sevgilim?�� He nodded; Charles
and Rose understood the traditional farewell.� �And what do you say?��
she prompted.

�G�le g�le� he responded, without any
enthusiasm.

�And that means?�

�Smilingly, smilingly.�

�And that is also my name, it means
to smile; do not make my last months with you sad, Sevgilim.� I feel
fine, now, and I want to be alive while I am living!�

He thought about this and
realized she was right.� No one really knows how much time they have so why not
enjoy life while they can.� With a Herculean effort he put on a brave, happy face
for his beloved wife.

�You are right, Tatlem, I am
so stupid sometimes.� What would you like to do?�

�Amber Rose,� she called

�Yes Mama�

�If you could go anywhere, do
anything in the world, where would you go?� What would you do?�

�You mean like a last wish?�

Rose and Charles looked at
each other.� They knew they would have to tell her sometime but it seemed too
soon.

�I know that you are sick
Mama, and I know Daddy is very sad.� Is it bad?�

�Yes little one, it�s bad, but
it�s not bad right now and you have to be a strong girl for your father so that
he is not too sad.� Can you do this for me?� For Daddy?�

Amber nodded and took a deep
breath.

�New Zealand.�

�New Zealand?� Charles asked.

�New Zealand,� Amber
repeated.� �I want to go to New Zealand.�

�Anywhere else?� Rose asked.

�Well, we have to go all the
way across the country just to get to the Pacific Ocean, so why not see some of
America along the way?�

For the first time that week
Charles smiled.� He picked up his Les Paul and plugged it in; cranked the gain
up to nine and the distortion to 10 and thumbed a deep bass E note in a
familiar, infectious rhythm;

dunta dunta dunta dunta
dunta dunta dunta dunta

Getcha motor runnin
<guitar riff>

Headin down the highway
<guitar riff>

Lookin for adventure
<really cool improvisational guitar riff>

In whatever comes my way
<awesome lead into the bridge>

When he got to the chorus Rose
and Amber enthusiastically joined in

Born to be wild

Born to be wild

They all fell over laughing.�
Tears in their eyes, healing tears, they couldn�t heal their precious Rose, but
they had healed their collective souls.

They took a short hop to Washington D.C. to take in the sights, Amber especially liked the National Zoo � the new
tiger cubs were a special treat.� Charles enjoyed the Smithsonian, Rose said
�you can buy me that one,� pointing to the Hope Diamond.� They visited Arlington National Cemetery where Charles sought out the grave of a fellow soldier who had
died protecting civilians in a terrorist attack.�

As they looked at the small
Star of David marker Rose whispered, �He�s here?�

�Yes, he�s buried here.�

�And to visit with him you
have to come here?�

�Yes.�

�I don�t want to lie in the
ground.� Can I be burned please?�

Charles choked back a sob.

�No, Tatlem, don�t cry.� I
want to talk about this.�

He struggled to get himself
under control.

�When I am gone, have my body
burned, then take the ashes and put them in the ocean.� That way, whenever you
want to visit me you can just go to the beach.� Didn�t you say that there is
only one big ocean?�

He took a deep breath and let
it out slowly; �yes, because all of the oceans are connected to one another.�

�So no matter where you go in
the world, if you are near the ocean; you will be near me, yes?�

�Then I must always live near
the ocean.�

�Just remember, Sevgilim,
remember to live; for yourself and our little one.�

From there they flew to
central Florida to see the fun tourist traps, St. Augustine, Silver Springs, Cyprus Gardens, and of course the �House of Mouse� as Charles liked to call it.

Next stop was the Grand Canyon.� Rose got a slight case of vertigo looking down into it.

�It�s so big.�

�Well, they were going to call
it �Big Canyon,� but that didn�t sound right, I personally voted for �Jye-normous Canyon� but got voted down.�

By this time Rose and Amber
were giving him withering glares.� He raised his hands in surrender and said,
�Okay, okay, I�ll stop.�

�That�ll be the day.�� They
said simultaneously.

�It must be �pick on Daddy�
day.�

Last stop before New Zealand was San Francisco.� They did all the touristy things, the cable car, Fisherman�s Wharf
(where they all discovered a love of Dungeness crab and sour dough bread.� Rose
laughed out loud when she heard the name �Coit Tower� and asked Charles;
�Shouldn�t that be �coitus tower�?� Look at the shape!��

The shopping area in and
around Ghirardelli Square had something for everyone, but especially Charles.�

�What is Lark in the Morning?�
Amber asked.� Charles� eyes just glazed over at the assortment of musical
instruments.� He started to play a small guitar when Rose said to Amber, �He�s
going to be a while.��

Amber nodded in agreement and
asked, �Want to go shopping?�

Charles played every stringed
instrument in the store; there must have been hundreds of instruments of every
description from every continent and culture from around the world.� He was
especially intrigued by a guitar laute, a lute tuned like a classical guitar.�
He loved the sound and feel of it.� When he asked for the price the salesgirl
said �$1,800 but you don�t want that one.�

�Why not?�

�Look closely at the sound
board.�

He saw what she meant; there
was a hairline crack all the way down.

�Can it be fixed?�

�Not really, we can have the
crack fixed but then the instrument will not have the same tone.� It�s actually
better to build one from a kit or pattern, it�s a lot of work, but the lute
will be unique and will not be prone to the same kind of defects.�

�I could live here,� Charles
said when the girls returned to the store, �this is a great town.�

�Maybe later,� said Amber,
�when I finish school.�

The flight from San Francisco to Auckland, New Zealand was 13 hours.� Charles insisted they fly first
class.� Rose and Amber slept most of the way.

When they arrived Charles
asked Amber, �What would you like to do now.�

�Everything.�

Everything turned out to be a
staggering lot.� There was a helicopter tour over the glacier near Queenstown,
feasting on the Maori culture center in Rotorua.� They spent the next month hiking,
camping, biking, kayaking, sailing or flying all over the island.� New Zealand has every kind of ecosystem found elsewhere on Earth, Alpine mountains and Rain
Forests and everything in-between.� Giant tree ferns, found nowhere else on
Earth grow in the Punakaiki Rain Forest.

�It�s so beautiful,� Rose
exclaimed.

�Yes, you are,� Charles
answered.

Rose was tiring easily now and
had to take frequent naps

�Do you want to go home?�

�Wherever you are, Mavishim, I
am home.� I just need to rest a little.�

Amber was already curled up in
the center of the king-sized hotel bed.� Rose wrapped herself around her
daughter and he lay down and spooned behind her.

�Teshekkur Mavishim, thank
you, my Blue Eyes.� She sighed.

�As if I could ever forget,�
he murmered into the back of her neck.

�Seni seviyorum.�

�Seni seviyorum.�

�I love you.�

�I love you.�

�I love you too,� whispered
Amber to both her parents.

It was a good time.

By the time they returned to
Salem Rose was very frail.� Joseph Fowler insisted that she stay at home, they
had a budget for another school nurse and he hired one who was hospice
trained.�

Nancy Webber was a middle aged
empty nester who decided to go back to work when all her children left for
other parts of the country; with the kids gone she realized that she and her
husband of 30 years had nothing in common.� The divorce was amicable, they sold
everything and split it 50-50.� He moved to Florida and she reclaimed her
maiden name and became �Nurse Nan.�� Nan kept the house running as Charles
taught all of the elementary subjects to the third graders, �elementary my
eye,� he said, in mock peevishness �I�ve taught college students who couldn�t
grasp the concept of a pluperfect subjunctive!�� He always returned to the
townhouse for lunch with Rose.� Sometimes Amber would join them.� Near the end
of November Rose would usually be asleep during lunchtime, but Charles always
came anyway.� Every time he left the room he would tell her, �I love you.�

She would more often than not
respond with �I love you more!�

�Charles,� Nan said from his
classroom door.� �I think you and Amber better come home.�

It was December first.�

�Little one,� Rose whispered.

�Yes Mommy�

�Be good for Daddy, he is a
good man and he loves you very, very much.�

�Yes Mommy,� she sobbed

�Mavishim.�

�Yes, Sevgilim.�

�Remember to live, remember to
love.�

�I can�t,� he sobbed, falling
to his knees beside the bed.

�You must!� she cried
hoarsely, �you must be there for our little one!�

Amber wrapped her arms around
Charles� neck.

�Yes, Sevgilim.�� He choked
out.

Rose took a deep, painful
breath, let it out half-way and said, �Teshekkur Mavishim benim.� Allah-is-ma. . .la. . .�

And was gone.

�G�le g�le my love� he said and let the tears flow un
ashamedly.

___ooo000ooo___

That was unbelievably hard to
write, but it I had no choice � the story has to be told in its entirety.� I
loved her very much, and it tore my heart out to lose her.� Have courage,
healing is on the way.
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