
The Day My Life Began I
by: Miguel Sanchez
© 2005-2008 by the author
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I unlocked the front door and Jimmy went straight to Sean's room to change. I needed to do some laundry tomorrow because Jimmy's dirty clothes were becoming more that mine. I got into a pair of sweat pants, and made myself a very light drink. More coke that Crown Royal. Before sitting down to watch the news, I saw Jimmy head into my bedroom but he never came out. When the news was over, I turned off the TV, rinsed out my glass, locked the door and went to bed. Curled up on his side sound asleep was Jimmy. He used the toilet but he was so tired, he never flushed. After using it, I flushed and crawled into bed. Just as I had put my hand on his chest, I felt his hand touch mine. I kissed the back of his head and slept like a rock.
Chapter 3
The Funeral
And sleep I did. When I awoke, the sun was 
pouring in through the blinds and my bladder was screaming. Jimmy was not in bed 
however, the door to the bathroom was open and that only meant only one thing to 
me, the room was empty. I headed straight to the toilet and cut loose. Just I 
was about to put things away I heard a voice from behind me say "Morning, Mr. 
Thomas." I quickly put it away, flushed and said "Hey, don't you know how to 
close a door when the bathroom is in use? You almost gave me a heart attack, not 
to mention me almost peeing on the floor."
"Now, now," Jimmy said, "A big boy like you can't hit the toilet?"
I couldn't reply. He was in the bath, not the shower. I could have flushed the 
toilet and froze him like he did me yesterday. Eleven years old and still takes 
a bath. He and Sean were identical in that respect. I was caught by his remark 
that I couldn't think of a single witty comeback. I walked out of the bathroom 
and grabbed my sweatpants to put on my body. Suddenly, I felt a semi-dry naked 
boy hanging on to my waist. I turned around and picked him up into my arms. Just 
before his butt got down to my arm, I popped him a good one with my free hand.
"Hey!" Jimmy said, "What's that for?"
"Just cause." I said.
"Just cause what? Jimmy shot back.
"Just cause there was a good target there." I finally finished. I knew he would 
be pouting when I finished so I kissed him on the lips, like I would do with 
Sean. Jimmy had seen our games so my times and he had even been in on a few 
himself. He knew every line and word by heart. I looked at his face and instead 
of a pout I saw a smile just like Sean's, but it was definitely Jimmy’s. While 
Jimmy was sitting on my hip, I suddenly realized I was getting one hell of an 
erection. I set Jimmy on the floor and told him to get dressed and I needed to 
use the bathroom again. I went inside and closed the door. I don't think Jimmy 
knew what my problem was, BUT I DID. I splashed some cold water on my face and 
thank God that worked, my problem went away. 
What made that happen in the first place? Shit, I'm not attracted to an 
eleven-year-old boy am I. He's like another son to me. I never had this happen 
when I held Sean naked. Hell, I had bathed both these boys before and this never 
happened, so why now? Just as I was about to open the door, Jimmy knocked on it 
and said the coffee was ready.
I opened the door and a dressed Jimmy was standing there with a smile and his 
arms up like he wanted to be held again. I picked him up and went down stairs to 
have a cup of coffee. "Humph," I said "Smells good. You make this?" He nodded 
his head as I set him in a kitchen chair. I poured a cup and sipped the hot 
liquid. "Not bad, Jimmy" I said smiling. You want some cereal for breakfast?"
"How about the Corral? They have a breakfast buffet...all you can eat." Jimmy 
said smiling.
"Can I finish my coffee first?" I asked.
"Well," he answered, "Yeah, I guess so. One other thing."
I had just taken a mouthful of coffee so I couldn't answer him so I raised my 
eyes at him.
"You need to get dressed, they won't let you in like that." Jimmy said laughing 
his head off.
Shit, I thought. This is twice he's got me today plus he's given me a boner to 
boot. I should go back to bed and start this day over. I went upstairs and 
changed. Just as I slid my sweat pants down, boom, damn it's happening again. 
What the hell is going on here? I'm up here, he's down there...and he's dressed. 
WHY? I went into the bathroom and took another leak and it went down. Why in the 
fuck was this happening now? 
I had no idea but I had to think this problem over. The last thing I needed to 
happen would be having Jimmy cuddled next to me in bed asleep and him feel me 
with a hard on. That would send the wrong message to him and probably screw his 
mind up. Yeah, I know he is gay, but he has never has any kind of sexual 
experience. Zip, none, zilch, nada. I can't let that happen to him. I know I'll 
be talking to him about sex when the time is right but it isn't NOW. I changed 
my clothes and put my socks and shoes on we headed for the restaurant. 
Jimmy and I spent the rest of the day together watching football on TV. Marge 
made steaks and all the fixings for dinner. I can say one thing for Marge she 
could cook. Jimmy wanted to stay again and I said OK. When he went to change, I 
told Marge, he probably would want to stay here until after the funeral but he 
should go back to school maybe Thursday or Friday. She agreed and that's how 
things were left. I even told her that Jimmy had commented on how much I had 
started drinking. I had drunk more than I ever had before. I told Marge that I 
had promised Jimmy that I would not drink for a while and he was pleased with 
that. I took my shower after Marge went home and we spent the rest of the night 
glued to the boob tube.
Jimmy went to bed about 10 and I waited for the news. As I crawled into bed, I 
felt a hand on my hand before I was completely in. Ah, what the hell, I thought. 
I lied down and fell right to sleep.
Monday was a hard day on both Jimmy and myself. I had to go to the funeral home 
to see if things were all right. I had been there before and knew the work they 
did. I was willing to just trust them but I knew that if something was wrong 
with Sean and Jimmy saw it, he would never forgive me.
Everything was fine at the funeral home. My God, they looked so peaceful. Just 
like they were sleeping and all I had to do was wake them up. I wanted to kiss 
them but I was afraid that if I did, I would start crying and ruin the make up. 
I tried to keep Jimmy out but he would have none of that. He saw Sean and 
immediately started crying. I let him stay there for a while and he got himself 
under control. He set a picture of Sean and himself taken last summer in our 
back yard by the pool. They were dry and they had matching haircuts, same cut 
but different color. They even had on the same color trunks, blue. When I saw 
the picture beside Sean, I just looked at Jimmy and he nodded his head. That was 
all that needed to be said. He slipped his hand into mine and we walked out the 
funeral home to go and get some lunch. We had lunch back at my house. 
Marge was getting things ready for tomorrow. She had told me that she would open 
her house for after the funeral so my house could stay clean. I made 
arrangements for a cleaning company to come in after and clean the whole house 
for her. At first, she tried to argue with me then she gave up. 
We watched a movie and got ready to go to Marge's for dinner. Dinner was early 
so I could be at the funeral home by 6:45. Jimmy wanted to be there so he could 
show Denise's and Sean's friends from school where to go. He wanted to do this 
job and I wasn't going to deny him this. 
Just after seven, Dave and his family arrived. His kids saw Jimmy and the three 
of them went and stayed together. Sean and Denise were in one room and Michele 
was in another but there was a sliding door opened between the two rooms to make 
it bigger. Jimmy was a trooper. He did everything a host should do and never 
once lost control. I wish I could say that. Even Dave's two lost it when they 
said their good byes. Jimmy held on to them both while they cried and he never 
shed a single tear. 
There were a lot of my friends from EMS and the fire department. There were even 
some I did not know but said their children were in either DD's or Sean's class. 
Those two hours dragged by. About eight, Marge showed up. I told her about Jimmy 
and she was amazed. I said, "Just wait until everybody leaves." 
She just nodded her head. At about five till nine, people started leaving. Dave 
and his family were the last to leave. Dave said "Hey, guy. Don't come back 
until you're ready." 
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Captain Greer. I put my hand on 
top of his and he whispered that I had 60 days paid leave if I needed. I looked 
at him and just smiled thanking him. He just nodded his head, turned and quietly 
left.
Dave said that he had taken care of getting the leave arranged. I told him I 
didn't know what to say. He just said, "Take the time and get back to work. We 
all miss you." 
I felt four arms reach around me. I looked down and it was Dave's boy and girl. 
They each kissed me and told me how sorry they were and my two kids would be 
missed. I thanked them and Dave left for the evening. He told me that he would 
see me tomorrow. He'd changed shifts with another supervisor so he could be at 
the funeral. 
Jimmy had gone in and was kneeling by Denise and Sean's casket in silent prayer. 
As he finished, he crossed himself and when he saw me, he jumped into my arm and 
completely broke down. He stayed in my arms for fifteen minutes crying. Lucky 
for me, I did not wear the suit I was saving for tomorrow. My jacket was soaked.
Marge, Jimmy and I headed out the funeral home. It seems Marge took a cab so I 
would not have to drive. She went to the driver's side and unlocked the back 
door and I set Jimmy in the backseat and put on his seatbelt. When she started 
my Ram, the two-way radio came on and I heard dispatch calling for ambulances 
and for a supervisor. I listened while I got into the front seat then I had 
heard enough.
I picked up the microphone and said "Medic 51 to dispatch."
A voice replied, "Medic 51"
I returned saying "How may calls holding and who is at the hospital?"
Dispatch replied "2 calls holding, Rescue 520 and Rescue 423 are at the 
hospital."
"Are they clear?" I asked.
"Negative," She said back.
"Stand-by Medic 51 to Rescue 520." I said slightly ticked.
"Rescue 520, go ahead Medic 51." A voice replied.
"Are you clear and available?" I asked firmly.
"10-4, Medic 51, clear and available," The voice said back.
"Stand-by, Medic 51 to Rescue 423," I called,
"Rescue 423, clear and available, Medic 51." Another voice said.
"Stand-by Medic 51 to dispatch, you have two units available for calls. Give 
them what's holding and have the duty supervisor call me on my cell phone." I 
said to the dispatcher.
"10-4, Medic 51, will do and thank you."
"10-4 dispatch, Medic 51 clear." That was my last words to the dispatcher and 
Marge was pulling into my driveway. Jimmy had fallen asleep in the back seat. 
Marge opened the house and I carried Jimmy inside and laid him on Sean's bed. 
Just then my cell phone rang and it was the duty supervisor. I informed him that 
I did not like having to do his work on my time off and if I heard anything like 
that ever happen again, he would be written up and given time off without pay.
Marge shrugged her shoulders and we went back to the living room. I fixed myself 
a cup of instant coffee and turned on the TV. Marge looked at me and I told her 
I was all right. She nodded her head and went on home. 
I thought about what that little guy had said to me earlier and the hard truth 
is Jimmy was right. I'd had 4 drinks in two days but for me 1 drink in a month 
is lot. I rarely drink. I have wine with my wife when we go out to dinner on 
special occasions. That's it. I put the bottle under the bar and got ready for 
bed. Booze was not the answer. I got Jimmy undressed and I put him in Sean's 
bed. I turned the light off and went into my room. I used the can, and crawled 
into bed. Just as I was reaching for the light, Jimmy came out of the shadow and 
I just lifted the covers for him. He hopped in and I wrapped my arm around him, 
turned the light off and went to sleep.
I woke up and went into the bathroom to do my morning duty. I slept as well as 
could be expected. The coffee had just finished and I had just poured a cup when 
I say Jimmy standing in the doorway in his white BVD's. He had a morning pee 
hard and I said "Hey pal, don't you think you better use the bathroom?"
"Huh, oh yeah." he said as he turned and used the downstairs bathroom. While he 
was using the can, I sat down and started looking at the paper. Just then, Jimmy 
crawled up on my lap just as I opened the paper that showed a picture of the 
wreck that took my family. I just sat there staring at the picture and started 
crying. Jimmy felt me shaking and he turned around to hold me as I cried. 
He closed the paper and said "Mark, it's OK. They didn't suffer. I remember what 
you told me. Shush. It's OK." He said it over and over until I finally calmed 
down.
I looked at this precious child and said, "Thanks pal, you seem to know just 
what to say. Don't you?"
He kissed me lightly on the lips, smiled and said "Just like you."
I had to the luckiest guy in the world, I thought. How he has held me together 
through this is remarkable. I looked at Jimmy and kissed his cheek and said 
"Thanks."
I fixed him some cold cereal with milk and poured myself another cup of coffee. 
I looked at my watch and saw it read 8:30. 
"Hey pal," I said. "When you're done eating, you need to get a shower and then 
put your suit on. We have to be ready by 10, OK."
"Can you give me a ...."
"No, Jimmy." I said. "I need to shave and get ready also. Hey, no pouting now 
pal. Please?"
"OK, da ah Mr. Thomas." Jimmy said slipping.
I just smiled at him as he put his bowl in the sink then headed upstairs to get 
into the bath.
Jimmy was in my bathtub and the little squirt left the shower curtain open. I 
was about to start shaving when he asked "Ah da, ah Mr. ah Mark, would you wash 
my back?"
I went over and did as he asked and while doing so, I asked him "Jimmy, what's 
this dad thing? Why are you starting to call me dad?"
"I don't know," Jimmy answered. "It just seems right. You treat me like a son 
and that makes me want to call you dad. Does that bother you?"
"Well, no," I answered. "I wonder what your mom will say if she hears you call 
me dad, that's all. I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I think she will understand." Jimmy replied.
"You better hurry up and get finished, OK?"
"OK." Jimmy said as he finished him bath.
I quickly shaved while Jimmy finished. He got out of the tub and as he dried 
himself, I noticed that he spent extra time drying his privates. When he 
finished drying down there, he was sporting a boner. All of a sudden, I had one 
as well.
I left the bathroom as fast as I could and began to think to myself again. Man, 
what's happening here? This kid is making me get hard every time I see him 
naked. This is not like me. I was married, I gave both those boys bath before 
and nothing like this happened then. So why NOW! I could not understand this at 
all. Shit, I'm not gay. I'm not bi-sexual. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE! 
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I have to try to figure this out and SOON, or I'll go 
crazy.
While I was dressing for the funeral, I had could not think of a valid reason 
for this to happen. It was almost 10:00 AM and I knew the limo would be at the 
house any minute now and I had to have Jimmy ready for the drive to the church. 
I could think about this thing later. 
Marge arrived about 9:55 AM. I wanted to let her ride with Jimmy and myself. She 
had done a lot for me since the day my world stood still. I have no idea what I 
would have done without the both of them.
When Marge saw Jimmy in his suit, she thought he looked very handsome, as did I.
The limo arrived right on time. It took us 15 minutes to get to the church. Once 
again, Jimmy was strong, even when he kneeled by Denise and Sean. I was not that 
lucky. I broke down when I saw them in the church. It was about to be final. I 
would have only two more chances to tell them just what a very important part of 
my life they were and how much they had meant to me.
There were a lot of firefighters and EMS personnel there for the funeral. The 
Captain knew that I liked the music from the pipes (bag pipes). As the mass 
began, there was a single piper marching down the isle ahead of the priest 
playing "Going Home". 
Father gave a beautiful eulogy. Two EMS paramedics read special passages from 
the Bible and Dave gave a special eulogy. When the service was over, all the 
firefighters and EMS personnel were standing on the sidewalk in single file. 
Every person in the line saluted each casket as it passed on the way to the 
hearse. Every firefighter and EMS personnel walked behind the hearse whilst the 
piper played. At the cemetery, the piper played "Amazing Grace" while everyone 
walked to the three graves. I kept my composure but not without the help of 
Dave, Marge, and course Jimmy.
The hardest thing was that after the prayers were said and everyone started 
leaving, the caskets were lowered into the graves. The lowering of the casket 
meant finality, the end, and the end of a life, as I knew it for the past 12 
years. This hurt. There is no way to describe what I was feeling at that time. 
It took two firefighters to help get me back to the limo. My face was 
expressionless, void of any life. This was the day my world ended. Without the 
three who made my life and soul complete, I was empty. 
When we arrived at Marge's, I started to get lost. She opened her bar and when I 
saw that, I wanted to drink until the pain was gone. I had coke, just plain 
coke. 
Just as I finished pouring the drink, I saw a worried look on Jimmy's face. I 
took him aside and let him know that I was not having a drink; I said it was 
plain soda and I did not intend booze to be used as a crutch. When I told him 
that, he looked up at me and smiled. There was food galore. All that good food 
and I forgot to bring my appetite.
There were people coming and going the better part of the day. My head was in a 
fog most of the time but Jimmy was close by my side the entire afternoon. I knew 
he would lose it again when the last guest left. The day dragged by and I was 
exhausted both physically and mentally. 
Finally, about 7 PM, the last guest left. I helped Marge put the rest of the 
food away and Jimmy picked up trash. The cleaning crew would be here tomorrow 
and do the rest.
When the house was cleaned up, I went and sat down. Jimmy came into the room and 
as he was heading towards me he started to lose it. He ran the last few feet and 
jumped into my arms. I held him while he cried. He said he was sorry for not 
staying while the caskets were being lowered into the grave but it hurt too 
much. I told him I knew how he felt and I really did. He cried for about fifteen 
minutes. He lifted his head up and looked into my eyes and said, "I'm alright 
now, dad." Jimmy suddenly tensed as he felt a hand touch his arm. He looked to 
his left and saw his mother sitting beside us. His head dropped and he was about 
to say something when his mother put her finger on his lips.
"Ssshh," She said softly and with a smile. "I understand. I know you love Mark. 
You love him just as much as Sean did. I also know Sean knew how much you loved 
Mark and he was happy to share him. If Mark says it's alright for you to call 
him dad or anything else like that, it's alright with me."
Jimmy jumped into her lap and wrapped his arms around her neck and said, "Thanks 
mom, I love you."
"Jimmy," I said. "Why don't you get out of that good suit and put on some play 
clothes. Your suit belongs here and not at my house. Also, while you're back in 
your room, get some clean underwear and socks."
Jimmy climbed down and looking at both Marge and I said, "OK, mom, OK dad." 
I went to take a pop at his butt and he started running down the hall laughing 
as he went. I looked at Marge and said with a laugh "That's our boy."
"Mark, can I ask you something?" Marge asked very sincerely. I nodded all right. 
"Look, when I was going through your papers for the insurance and stuff, I 
noticed you made arrangements for DD and Sean. Those made me think about Jimmy. 
I want to name you, Jimmy's legal guardian in case something ever happens to 
me." Suddenly Marge heard Jimmy gasp. "Now hold on son. I'm not saying anything 
will ever happen to me. I'm not sick or have cancer or any other disease. I want 
to know that if and I mean IF anything happens to me that you are taken care of 
properly. I can't think of anybody I could trust more than Mark. Do you? 
All of a sudden, Jimmy's face lit up. No, mom," he said "I think you made a 
great choice." Jimmy sat between us for a while and for this particular moment, 
all was right with the world.
I got up and poured myself a cup of coffee. I saw the clock on the wall and it 
said 8:30 PM. I was getting tired. It had been a very long, exhausting day. Not 
only was my body tired, but my mind was also. I put my cup in the sink and told 
Jimmy to say good night to his mother if he was sleeping at my house. Otherwise, 
I would see him in the morning. He grabbed my hand, kissed his mom on the cheek 
and we headed for the door. I kissed Marge on the cheek and said good night and 
we would see her when she got home from work.
When I opened the front door, I went straight into the bathroom. I had to go and 
Jimmy was using the one upstairs. I climbed the stairs and went to my bedroom to 
get out of my suit. I was getting undressed when I saw this blonde hair blue 
eyed little boy smiling at me from the bedroom door. He felt safe, no matter 
where he was or whom he was with, he felt safe. As I was putting my sweatpants 
on I said "Happy, son?"
He said quietly, "Happy, yet very sad. I gain a dad but I lose the love of my 
life. God isn't fair. Why is he doing this to m.... Oh, dad. I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry..."
I picked him up and said, "It's OK pal. I'm not mad, Ssshh now." 
We went down the stairs and into the den. I sat down in my recliner with Jimmy 
still attached to me. I gained an octopus for a son. I saw the coffeepot and 
poured a cup and heated it in the microwave. One minute later, the octopus and I 
sat down. After a few minutes, he had turned around and started watching TV. 
After the news went off, my octopus had reattached itself and we went off to 
bed. I put Jimmy down and I went into the bathroom. All the coffee I consumed 
over the last several hours had to come out. I crawled into bed and a hand 
grabbed my arm before I was down. I had my hand and arm pulled around a little 
boy's chest. "Good night, son." I said as I kissed his head. I turned out the 
lights and my lights were out.
I rose to an empty bed and my usual overfull bladder. After it was empty, I put 
on sweatpants and went down to greet my octopus and the day. 
He jumped into my arms and said "Morning, dad. Here's your coffee. Can I ask you 
a question?"
"Sure son," I said putting him down. "Let me sit down first. Now, OK shoot, 
what's on your mind?"
Jimmy looked at me and said "Dad, tell me all about sex."
"What? Sex? Oh good grief."
To be continued...
Posted: 07/18/08