TIMEWARP: Time Stands Still (open)
Jul 1, 2012 15:29:53 GMT -5
Post by Fay Green on Jul 1, 2012 15:29:53 GMT -5
OCC; Year is 2007
It was the fifth anniversary of her father’s death. Her mom had placed the grave in Pilot Ridge so she could visit because her mother did not live that far away from the small town. It always brought tears to her eyes because she had truly loved her father. Fay was never really a social butterfly, keeping more to herself than hanging out with people. She had the odd friends, yes, but none she would actually take to her father’s grave.
Her father had always hated flowers. He hated how death was covered by it and was disgusted every time he saw someone put flowers on the grave of the deceased. She brought him a sports magazine instead. Something he would like to see on his grave. Her mother still brought him flowers even though he probably turned in his grave each time she did. It made her smile; her mother was always doing things her father didn’t like. Her mom had a way of doing things her way and only her way, not even her bossy father could change that. She remembered her parents like it was yesterday. She was twelve when her father had passed away but before that, her parents were happy which made her happy.
She sat down on the grass in front of the tombstone wondering what she was going to say to him. She didn’t want to actually think about how he looked on that bed with the bloodied bandages and all of those machines beeping. Tears flowed down her cheek. “I miss you Dad. I really do. Mom misses you too. She isn’t even thinking about dating. Oh God, why?” She put the magazine on the tombstone gently and buried her face into her knees and cried.
It was the fifth anniversary of her father’s death. Her mom had placed the grave in Pilot Ridge so she could visit because her mother did not live that far away from the small town. It always brought tears to her eyes because she had truly loved her father. Fay was never really a social butterfly, keeping more to herself than hanging out with people. She had the odd friends, yes, but none she would actually take to her father’s grave.
Her father had always hated flowers. He hated how death was covered by it and was disgusted every time he saw someone put flowers on the grave of the deceased. She brought him a sports magazine instead. Something he would like to see on his grave. Her mother still brought him flowers even though he probably turned in his grave each time she did. It made her smile; her mother was always doing things her father didn’t like. Her mom had a way of doing things her way and only her way, not even her bossy father could change that. She remembered her parents like it was yesterday. She was twelve when her father had passed away but before that, her parents were happy which made her happy.
She sat down on the grass in front of the tombstone wondering what she was going to say to him. She didn’t want to actually think about how he looked on that bed with the bloodied bandages and all of those machines beeping. Tears flowed down her cheek. “I miss you Dad. I really do. Mom misses you too. She isn’t even thinking about dating. Oh God, why?” She put the magazine on the tombstone gently and buried her face into her knees and cried.
