Elizabeth J. Ford

ExInterior Designer || 54 || Alzheimer's ||Married to Richard Ford || Mother to Brooke Ford || Grandmother to Imogen Ford "You're gonna fly with every dream you chase. You're gonna cry. Sometimes life's not fair, but if you just hang in there."

[ninaeveretts]

“Are you okay?” Nina asked, coming up towards the person as they’d been sitting there in the restaurant for quite a while now. “Can I get you anything?”

[elizabeth--ford]

She had left the house. That was something, right?  She still wasn’t okay. It was still hard to get out of bed in the morning. She had also been sitting here for probably a little over an hour. She didn’t know what else to do or where to go. She looked up when she heard Nina’s voice. “Oh...  could I perhaps get a martini? 

[elizabeth--ford]

dexterford​:

When she came over, he wrapped his arms around her. Hugging her closely. “I’m not going to ask if you are okay. Because I know better.” He told her softly. Pulling away a moment later. “What can I do for you right now?”

She held onto him for a moment, hugging him close. “I certainly appreciate not hearing that question...” She confessed, taking a small step back. “I don’t know I am really not sure. How about we get out of this house?” 

[elizabeth--ford]

imogen-ford​:

Imogen moved into the room a little more and over to Elizabeth, moving to wrap her arms around her grandmothr and promptly bursting into tears. Just when she’d thought she was all cried out. She shook her head. “I’m sorry…” She didn’t even really know what she was saying sorry for but she felt sick that she’d found him like that and sick that he was gone, that she’d never see him again. That none of them would.

Liz pulled Imogen to her as soon as she was close enough. She wrapped her arms around her, hugging her close. She shook her head, brushing her hand along the girl’s blonde hair. “Don’t apologize, baby... There was nothing any of us could have done and you are suffering probably as much as I am...” She pushed her back so that she could reach up to wipe away Imogen’s tears as she had done multiple times when the girl was growing up.

[elizabeth--ford]

theharrypierce​:

Harry shook his head, moving a little closer and hovering nearby. He felt quite useless as he looked back at her, wishing there was something he could do. “No, I get that… I really do.” He nodded, though for him he hadn’t really been able to cry after Annie. It had taken him the longest time but he knew it was healthier doing it her way - actually letting it out. “You shouldn’t feel terrible at all… not even a little.” Harry told her with a soft frown. “Do you want me to leave you alone…?” He wondered carefully, not wanting to force his company on her and smother her but he also wondered if she should actually be alone right now.

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment, thinking about it. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be alone, but she hated the idea of crying in front of someone. She shook her head. “No, please, stay...” She put her hands on the arms of the chair and slowly moved to stand up. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, walking over to the little minibar in the corner of the room. 

[elizabeth--ford]

dexterford​:

When he heard the news he couldn’t believe it especially because it was Uncle Richard. And the stuff that happened with Imogen, he felt like the family was falling apart and they had just had a good time at Brooke’s wedding. It seemed like Uncle Richard was the backbone of their family. And now he was gone. Taking a deep breath, he let it out as he moved into the house. “Aunt Liz?” He wasn’t sure what he would find but he would certainly be there for his Aunt. No matter what. “It’s just me Aunt Liz..” He spoke softly as he rounded a corner and looked over at her. He didn’t blame her for looking wrecked. Making his way closer to her, this way he could hug her.

There had been a moment when she first saw him that she had almost thought he was Richard, but it wasn’t a long daydream. “--hello, Dex...” she said in a soft voice. She put her hands on the arms of the chair and slowly pushed herself to her feet so that she could wrap her arms around him. 

[elizabeth--ford]

pippa-hamilton​:

Honestly, Pippa had stopped by the newsagents to see if Richard was in so she could ask for her job back, or see if Ella was around to pass on the message at least. The place had been locked up though, which she had found strange, and Pippa had been very confused until she’d run into somebody she knew and they told her what had happened to Richard. It was so sad and Pippa found herself hopping on a bus to the Ford home. She stood outside for a few minutes, feeling awkward, like maybe it’s not her place but she wanted to at least show her respects so she moved up to the front door and knocked… no answer.

Pippa would have figured there was no one home, simple as that, but there was a car in the driveway. Granted, maybe it was Richard’s but… it looked like lights were on? She didn’t know why but she did move to try the door, surprised when it opened. She at least had to see if everything was okay, didn’t she? “Hello?” Pippa called carefully, stepping inside and closing the door. When she finally found Liz. “–are you alright?” A stupid question, she knew. Not that Liz heard her. When she finally did look up and noticed she was there, Pippa wished there was more she could do for her. “I was just… checking in on you. The, uh.. the door was open. Do you need anything?”

As startled as she should have been by the sudden appearance of a person, honestly Liz was numb and could have cared less if Pippa had been a murderer. Nothing really mattered anyway right now. She gave the smallest of smiles and shook her head slightly. “You are sweet... but what I need cannot be given...” She tossed her shoulder up into a shrug. She looked Pippa over, taking her in. She barely knew her, but she knew that she had worked for the newsagent and had disappeared. She didn’t know what had happened there because she hadn’t been involved enough in the business. Now, she imagined she would need to be a little more involved. Maybe it would give her an outlet? “--you are back in town.” 

[elizabeth--ford]

Text ----> Richard Ford

Elizabeth: When you first went into the hospital for your heart, I told you weren't dying. I told you that I demanded to go first...

Elizabeth: I didn't go first, Richard, and it's not fair. I was always ready to go first.

Elizabeth: Richard, damn it, I miss you! Nothing will ever be the same again. You took a piece of me with you when you left.

Elizabeth: I love you always... Please, come back. I just want this to be a sick trick. I won't even be mad.

Elizabeth: please...

Elizabeth: -calling Richard;

Richard: -automated message; The number you have dialed has been changed or is no longer in service. Please, try again later.

[elizabeth--ford]

theharrypierce​:

Harry had been round a few times but honestly Elizabeth hadn’t seemed to be in a good way and it’s not like he could blame her in the slightest. It was horrible. Beyond horrible, in fact. He was feeling pain himself, Richard had always been a good friend to him, but it would be nothing compared to what she would be going through. Even though he and Isabel were very obviously never getting back together and were still on the outs… he’d still be devastated if anything happened to her. He couldn’t even imagine how Liz must be feeling.

He’d knocked a few times but it was a random person who opened the door. Well, not random, he recognised them, but someone who clearly didn’t live here and wasn’t Liz. He asked where she was but apparently the couple of people congregated in her living room hadn’t been able to find her. He frowned at them and turned for the stairs. Harry knew he could have left but he was honestly worried so he ascended the staircase and hovered on the landing. “Liz?” Harry didn’t hear anything so he drifted towards a random door, not finding her in there either but then she was in the next one. He watched her for a moment, feeling awful for her. “…sorry, nothing.” He shrugged, not sure what to say to her. “I take it you’re hiding from the vultures downstairs?” He remembered what it was like after Annie… a few times he’d been the same.

There was a moment when she looked at Harry that she expected Richard to be following behind him. She also almost informed him that Rich would be here shortly. Then it clicked again that no, he wouldn’t be. She reached up to brush away stray tears with the back of her hand. She gave a slow nod and took a deep breath. “Yes... and no. I’m not hiding from them, not because they are on my nerves or anything like that. More of just... I want to cry, and I’m too proud to do it in front of them. I feel terrible for hurting as much as I do, knowing i’m not the only one.” Her voice cracked a bit and she looked away, swallowing a bit gulp of air. “--but at the same time, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to do anything else again.” 

[elizabeth--ford]

imogen-ford​:

Imogen was honestly heartbroken beyond belief. Everything that had happened and the fact her grandfather was gone… she just couldn’t believe it. She had been in a bit of a daze since the hospital and even being home in her own bed hadn’t helped much. She just wanted to curl up and never move, it was like after Annie died but obviously worse in a different way. She just missed him so much, growing up he was always her favourite person in the whole world.

She’d asked to be dropped off at her grandparents house because she wanted to finally check in properly on her grandmother. She sort of drifted through the house like a ghos and then she forced herself to turn away and slip through into a different room where she finally found her Gran. “Hey…” She didn’t hear her though and Imogen shrugged, feeling a bit dizzy honestly. “Are you okay?” Not that she thought the answer would be yes, but….

Elizabeth was torn between knowing she shouldn’t she be alone, but also knowing that she couldn’t bare to allow anyone to see her this way. She wanted to be strong for Brooke and for Imogen, but there was no strength in her. Her heart was in absolute shambles. It hurt to think, speak, but even to breathe. There was a moment when she looked up at Imogen that her brain stalled even before she actually spoke. She didn’t know what a proper response was because she knew that Imogen was hurting too. 

Instead of actually answering the question, she swallowed hard and held out her arms. “Hi, baby...” she said in a soft voice. She couldn’t lie, but the truth was too hard. “Come here...”  

[elizabeth--ford]

[ @secretsummerstarters​ ]

She had begged Brooke to quit joking. It wasn’t funny and she was right. It certainly wasn’t funny, but it hadn’t been a joke either. It felt like absolutely nothing would be okay ever again. She hadn’t stopped crying in days and it hurt to just breathe. How did one continue living when their whole entire world had died? She would sleep and dream of him. Things would be okay for a moment and then she would wake up to an empty bed. The memories would come back. She would pick up her pillow and scream into it until her lungs felt like they were on fire. She had sat on her knees and begged God to wake up from this nightmare. 

It felt as if people were always in her house. She knew most of them meant well, but she didn’t have it in her to entertain anyone. She was practically a zombie between the valium the doctor had given her and the emotional anguish. She was hiding away, sitting at Richard’s desk. Her eyes were fixed on a picture on his desk. Her arms had been wrapped around his and the genuine love on both of their faces. A ghost of a smile had stretched at the corners of her lips, living back in that memory. I love you, Liz. “I love you, Rich...” Someone else’s voice had brought her back out to the real world and she flinched. Her eyes moved toward the door. “W-what?”

[jackpearscn]

[elizabeth--ford]

richard--ford​:

brooke--ford​:

Brooke had knew from the moment that Lauren had asked her to marry her that she wanted her parents to walk her down. Even though she had gone back and forth on it due to their history. But it was the right thing and not to mention had always been a dream of hers. Yes, she had gotten married to Evan at the courthouse and while she was still angry with her parents. But everything had changed. She had forgiven them and understood why they did what they did. When she felt her mother’s hand on her back, her attention went to her and she smiled. “I love you too, so much. Thank you for everything. The both of you.” She glanced between her parents. // @richard–ford

Richard leaned over and kissed Brooke’s head. Lauren was good for her, at least he thought so. Things between all of them had changed since Brooke had first came back. She was back and not in a coma anymore or worse dead. She was happy and that was all he had ever wanted in his life for her. “You both look gorgeous.” He smiled over at Brooke for a moment. One of his hands rested on Elizabeth’s lower back. Hopefully she would remember this for years to come but of course he feared maybe that wasn’t possible. But right now he didn’t want to focus on that. // @elizabeth–ford 

Liz smiled up at Richard, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you too...” she said in a soft voice, reaching up to fuss with his tie for a moment. There were a lot of emotions running through her and she needed to fidget with her hands for a bit to release all that energy. She didn’t say it out loud, but she was always afraid of the next thing she would forget. She wasn’t blind to the problem. She just couldn’t always remember the problem. That didn’t matter today though. This would be a memory that she would hang on the wall and try to cling to as hard as possible. They were gaining another family member today. They were a whole family today. “I don’t see why you are thanking us, beautiful. I think we owe you for this experience.” 

[ @brooke--ford​ ]

[elizabeth--ford]

[ @brooke--ford ]

Liz rested her hands over her chest, fighting back the urge to cry hysterically. Her little girl... She had known for a very long time that Brooke wasn’t a little girl anymore, but there was something different about a wedding day. Her eyes traced over the woman who her daughter had become. She was a wonderful person with an absolutely beautiful soul. She wasn’t sure how after all the mistakes that had been made between them. How had she forgiven her? The honor of getting the opportunity to walk her down the aisle was nothing short of a miracle. A few years ago, she would have even expected a wedding invitation. She inhaled deeply, taking a step forward. She reached out to put her hand on Brooke’s lower back, leaning over to give her the gentlest of kisses to keep from messing up anything. “That’s my girl... and I love you so much...” 

[elizabeth--ford]

richard--ford​:

Richard couldn’t help but smile. “We haven’t had one in forever it would seem. I think we should do this more often.” He wrapped an arm around her more, holding her closely. “That they did.”

“Oh, yes...” Liz smiled brightly and nodded, “We must have date night more often. I miss you...” She rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. 

[elizabeth--ford]

imogen-ford​:

Imogen was happy with her life and her family, but she did still often long for those days of childhood and her grandparents’ house. She smiled, nodding. “I know, I’m so excited…” She said, looking back at her. “Well… we did think about… Richard Alexander…”

Liz laughed and placed her hand over her heart. “Ooh, that’s adorable. I love it.” She smiled softly. 

[elizabeth--ford]

imogen-ford​:

“You’re welcome.” Imogen smiled a little, shrugging at the question. “Yeah, I… think I kind of expected I would just live here forever with you guys in my childhood room..” She laughed softly. Especially after Annie and all the other hard bits of her teenage years, she’d never seen herself where she was now. “I’m.. okay.” She had of course no idea that in two days -A would throw her another curveball. “I’m sorry I’m not coming round enough… I always feel so busy or tired.” Or she’d feel like not leaving the house due to the panic attacks that she wasn’t going to upset her Gran about. “I wanted to tell you guys something though, but since it’s just you here I’ll tell you first - Eric and I are having another baby.” She smiled over at her. “It’s a boy.”

Liz certainly hadn’t been prepared to let Imogen leave. She had wanted her here where she was safe but Eric had seemingly proved that he would keep her safe. She couldn’t be to upset except when she forgot... “Another baby? --a boy?” Liz sat up a little straighter, smiling brightly. “Oh, baby, that’s amazing. Have you thought about names yet?”

[richard--ford]

@elizabeth–ford​

“Thank you for coming out with me this evening, my love.” Richard smiled down at her for a moment. Tonight had been a good night which he loved. He was doing his best just to focus on her and not his own health problems. She didn’t need that scare.

[elizabeth--ford]

“Thank you for planning this date night. I feel like we haven’t had one in forever.” She smiled, leaning up and kissing his jaw gently before snuggling into his side. “They did a beautiful job. Not that they don’t usually.”