For sunday_reveries Prompt set 12/27-1/9
"Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"
--It's A Wonderful Life
Faith isn’t something that Wilf had ever really thought about. If you asked him, he’d tell you there probably was a God, but that he didn’t do much - Wilf believed there was something out there, but no idea what. He’s seen far too much over the years - the Second World War, bringing with it the realisation that he was too young to serve no matter how much he desperately wanted to. Palestine, finally serving his country during the last year of the British Mandate> The 70s and 80s, with the possibility of the Cold War spilling into full scale conflict. The Middle East into the new millennium - what God would allow that suffering? Some things never changed.
But then there was the personal side of it all. Watching his only daughter grow up, fall in love, marry, have a child of her own. Who needed faith when he had everything he needed right in front of him, loving him unconditionally as much as he loved them?
His faith, such as it was, faded even more when his beloved wife became ill. As Wilf watched her die slowly in front of him, he asked himself what he’d done to upset God that much. As he buried her, any faith he’d had was gone.
Even so, he was happy most of the time. He had his daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter. All was good till Geoff died, and Sylvia and Donna were left on their own. It made sense that he moved back in - he wasn’t getting any younger, and he could keep an eye on his family. But he wasn’t ready for the change in Donna. It was as if she was waiting for something to happen.
When it finally happened, he found something new, something tangible to have faith in, something wonderfully real - a tall, skinny, big haired man who’d not only made Donna smile, but helped save people. That spaceship over London, ATMOS, the Daleks - he was there everytime, saving everyone, even if only a few people knew it.
The Doctor. That wonderful, marvellous man.
He’d save them from the nightmares, because no one else could.
Wilfred Mott
Dr Who
Word Count: 355
--It's A Wonderful Life
Faith isn’t something that Wilf had ever really thought about. If you asked him, he’d tell you there probably was a God, but that he didn’t do much - Wilf believed there was something out there, but no idea what. He’s seen far too much over the years - the Second World War, bringing with it the realisation that he was too young to serve no matter how much he desperately wanted to. Palestine, finally serving his country during the last year of the British Mandate> The 70s and 80s, with the possibility of the Cold War spilling into full scale conflict. The Middle East into the new millennium - what God would allow that suffering? Some things never changed.
But then there was the personal side of it all. Watching his only daughter grow up, fall in love, marry, have a child of her own. Who needed faith when he had everything he needed right in front of him, loving him unconditionally as much as he loved them?
His faith, such as it was, faded even more when his beloved wife became ill. As Wilf watched her die slowly in front of him, he asked himself what he’d done to upset God that much. As he buried her, any faith he’d had was gone.
Even so, he was happy most of the time. He had his daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter. All was good till Geoff died, and Sylvia and Donna were left on their own. It made sense that he moved back in - he wasn’t getting any younger, and he could keep an eye on his family. But he wasn’t ready for the change in Donna. It was as if she was waiting for something to happen.
When it finally happened, he found something new, something tangible to have faith in, something wonderfully real - a tall, skinny, big haired man who’d not only made Donna smile, but helped save people. That spaceship over London, ATMOS, the Daleks - he was there everytime, saving everyone, even if only a few people knew it.
The Doctor. That wonderful, marvellous man.
He’d save them from the nightmares, because no one else could.
Wilfred Mott
Dr Who
Word Count: 355