He can’t breathe, Dun what is wrong?” Sonia screamed, shaking Dun’s body lying in bed, she got up, sat down and placed Dun’s head up leaning on her chest, Dun was grasping his breath, “Oh God please help us!” she pleaded, “Dun wake up, talk to me” Sonia said confused and slightly slapping Dun’s face. “Alex!!! Something is wrong with your Dad he can’t breathe, Alex!!! Please call the ambulance, dial 911 huurryyy!!!!”
Dun had a locked jaw; he was catching his breath, cannot utter a word, cold and pale, appearing to pass out of life, but his eyes were wide open. It was 2 o’clock in the morning on Friday where everyone was in a deep sleep, curled in bed, comfortable waiting for the sun to rise up, and waiting for what the new horizon would bring when they opened their eyes from unconsciousness, from impossible dreams or breathtaking nightmares. Alex was in the other room, snoring, has not heard any word that her mother has said. Neither the kids, the servants, the neighbors heard any call or movements. Outside was freezing, trees and roads were covered with snow, silence is so deafening that no one can sense what is happening behind the main bedroom door of the 3 level home. Even Dun’s collie was comfortable sleeping and did not respond well to his master, he opened his eyes for a while but continued to enjoy his sleep in royal blue blanket.
It was dark in the sitting room but shadows of family portraits can be seen from a far the staircase and living rooms. Winds started to blow the snow sitting on the trees and pine trees moving and swaying left and right.
“Dun, Dun can you hear me?” was the last words that he could hear sub consciously until he completely closed his eyes. Sonia was continually crying for help but still no one has heard, no one came for rescue. She was hugging Dun tightly and did not want to leave him on his own to run for help instead she prayed to God crying out loud the name of Jesus. “Jesus, please do not allow Dun to drift away” Sonia said with head up then looked down at Dun as she sobs and sobbed and sobbed. The moment is gliding and fading, glidin..fadin, glid….g, fadin….g, faded.
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Dun Rosenberg was the second oldest member of his family of eight. He and his older brother were born in New York but they grew up in Telos where his father lived, Telos was a town about twelve miles south of Jerusalem, which was the capital of Judah in the era before Christ. Dun’s whole family worked in a logging business to survive, processing cedar woods from Lebanon into lumbers. Th ey sold the lumber either wholesale to furniture manufacturers and to the construction industry, or retail directly to the public for home renovations; sometimes people used them as building materials for hobbies and home improvements. His family had no education, no ownership of land, and nothing beyond a modest cabin. Dun did not really go to a formal school at Telos because of peer rejection. Dun’s father already knew that Dun was not happy joining the family in any church group activities or Bible readings. The group usually met every week at someone’s house, and Dun would make excuses to leave, from taking pieces of wood to the neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, to being tired and forgetting about the time. Dun’s family was fully functional in the Jewish community until his parents decided to become Messianic Jews. Dun’s uncles, aunties, cousins, and friends were indiff erent toward the family, who became outsiders from the Jewish community to which they once belonged.
“Good morning Mr. Rosenberg, I hope you had a lovely weekend, I am sure it was short but it is good to have a little break with the family and free our minds with work, work, work, do you agree sir?”
“Good morning Mica, yes I agree” as Dun nods his head while looking at some papers on his desk.
“I just want to remind you sir that your meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Levinsky is at 2 o’clock this afternoon to finalize the advertising campaign for the Island Resorts Hotels and also to meet their new Marketing Manager. But before that meeting you have one hour lunch with Mrs. Rosenberg, would you like a toast or muffin with your coffee Sir?” Mica showed her efficiency as Personal Assistant to the Director with her persistent strong personality.
Dun asked for two raisin toast to compliment his usual brewed coffee with skim milk and one teaspoon full of raw sugar that Mica served him every morning along with the morning newspaper. Dun love his thick homemade raisin bread that Mica buys every Monday and Wednesday mornings, she stored them in the freezer to keep them fresh and moist, Dun actually likes his thick raisin toast crusty and drowning in butter.
While Mica was preparing Dun’s raisin toast with lots of butter, Dun’s cell phone rang, he looked at it to check who was calling then, “Good Morning, how are you Nathan?” Dun answered as he savored his first piece of toast and flushed it with his aromatic brewed white coffee.
“Good morning sir, I am fine thank you sir,” Nathan replied, “I hope you had a wonderful weekend with the family, Sir?”
“As a matter of fact, yes I did, it was loud and busy but relaxing with the kids just at home.”
“That was good I’m happy for you Sir, I’m sure the twins made you so busy. By the way, I just want to confirm our meeting tomorrow if it is alright to proceed?” Nathan confirmed.