Alternative+Ending

My Alternative Ending to Tuesdays With Morrie  By: Hanna Bickley

The whole ride home from Morrie's house was very clear and relevant. That was the last time I would ever see my old professor. I knew it would be. Time seemed to grow thicker and thicker at each stoplight. I was hungy, but didn't want to eat. That was on my mind right before I slammed the brakes down on my car. I jerked and then I felt like the only person in the world. Cars flew by me all around, and some were behind me blaring their horns, and I sat there, knowing I had to go back.

About five minutes after the scene I made, I was almost on Morrie's street. Our goodbye wasn't good enough for me. I then reached the driveway, and carefully examined every inch of Morrie's house. I studied every bush, every crack in the driveway, and the brown spots of dead grass on the front lawn. Adrenaline seemed to hit me and then the next thing I knew, I was running in the front door and into Morrie's bedroom.

I knew he was asleep, so I didn't wake him no matter how bad I wanted to. His nurse sat cross-legged on a chair in the corner and I could sense her smiling at me, but I didn't really pay any attention. I got down on my knees and sat beside Morrie's bed. A million thoughts went through my mind, and I could feel myself smiling at him.

Time sped back up, and I had been sitting there for about an hour. This was shocking to me, because I've never seem Morrie sleep so soundlessly. He was for once, in a very long time, having a peaceful sleep. I stood up and kissed my old professor on the head for one last time. A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought to myself, //goodbye coach//. The nurse waved goodbye at me, and then I was out the door, leaving to go live my life.