Eustace Wagner

Day 29: You are at a cemetery reading gravestones.  Write about one of the people you find.

Second to Last Day of Vaycay: It’s storming.

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Just for the record, I would never be caught dead (or alive) in a cemetery. No. I’m deathly afraid of them.

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Eustace Wagner was born on December 23rd, 1909 in a small town outside of
Springfield. He grew into a fine young man and found a love for carpentry. Eustace opened his own shop, at the young age of 22, and met the woman of his dreams at the grand opening, Delilah Doolittle. She was in need of something fancy for her grandfather’s birthday, so Eustace offered to make a wonderfully elaborate rocking chair for her free of charge only if she went on a date with him. The two were married a little over a year later.

By the time the Wagners started a family, the World Wars broke out. Eustace enlisted in both to serve his country proud, but at the cost of leaving his loving wife and two small children behind. Eustace and Delilah exchanged letters regularly, Delilah sending pictures of the children and their growth and Eustace sending back I-love-yous and hugs-and-kisses. Little did Delilah know of the German woman, Greta Brau, Eustace had met.

In the end, when all was said and done, Eustace returned home to his family, forgetting Greta and the whole infidelity. Life went on for the Wagners. Little Jimmy grew up into an all-star quarterback, high school and college, and tiny Suzy constantly wrote short stories in journals since she could recite the alphabet.

The Wagners grew old, as everybody did. They became empty nesters, until that one fateful day the doorbell rang and plump German boy asked for Eustace, claiming he was his son. Those nights abroad came back to Eustace and he pleaded with Delilah saying, “It was a mistake! Forgive me!” but she wouldn’t have it. With the sharpest knife in the kitchen, Delilah stabbed Eustace to death.

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