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(First Place for Creative Writing)The Greatest Day of Robert JohnsonBy Eva C.He looked, smiling, eyes brimming with reminiscent tears, at the raggedpiece of paper. It was full of crossed-off things. His bucket list- no,theirs. All finished, he looked at the paper, something he regarded asproof of a life well lived. Two lives. Each word brought back a vividmemory, each full of joy and suspense. Each unique. He held them closeto his heart, more precious than anything that was, or would ever be.After all, they were all he had left of her. “Do something that has killedsomeone before.” He twisted his mouth in a small smile, rememberingwhen he and Evelyn had ridden the Superman roller coaster at Six Flags.The ups and downs were breathtaking, and he had no idea what would benext on the ride, even after watching it go around what seemed like athousand times in a nearly endless line. It was like Evelyn, really. Up anddown, exhilarating, unpredictable. She was a spur of the momentperson, and he remembered how with her, every day had brought a newadventure. He caressed the photo next to his hospital bed, one of he andEvelyn, after a particularly terrifying voyage to sea, both soaked to thebone and grinning wide like children. At least, he thought so. He wasn’tas brave as her, so while it had been thrilling to Evelyn, he had found itabsolutely petrifying. He looked down the list, recalling every event,until he came to a fold in the paper. Something obscured. Frowning, heopened it up- “Sneak out.” Those two words almost broke him. Hehadn’t finished. Even if he wanted to- how? He couldn’t. That much heknew. “Do it, Rob.” He could almost hear his late wife egging him on.Then he grinned, even wider than in the photo, if that was possible. Heslowly lifted himself off the uncomfortably stiff mattress. Looking outonto the hospital’s amazing view of the pier, he knew exactly what hismission was.