Remembering:
Jen thought back to the days when her father was still alive, he was a wonderful man, full of life and color, until he got sick...all of his family and friends hated to see him wasting away, finally, it was time to leave this earth and pass into heaven for him. Jen thought back on that sad, sad day, "Don't cry, my angle," he'd said to her. "I'll see everyone again one day, but until that day comes, you must be strong, face your fears. I love you, Jen. Don't forget that, don't forget me." With that, his voice was silent, he's featers relaxed, his hands went cold and limp. He was gone. "Father!" Jen cryed. "Father!" she barried her face in the cotten sheets of the bed and wept. Adem, who was standing by moved to comfort his wife, he held her close, she turned and barried her face in his shirt, taking in the smell of the man she loved, the smell of gun powder and expence colone that she'd bought for him last Christmas. Finally she stopped crying and kissed her father's cold cheek and wispered, "I will never forget." They all shuffled out of the room while the undertaker prepaid to take the body for the funarl.
Jeanette Rose · Wed Jan 11, 2012 @ 05:41pm · 0 Comments |