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I love the snow. I love the new wooden sledge that Dad has built
for me. Last winter, I went sliding all day.Until, I got sick, very sick. I was
in bed for long.
My Daddy, sat beside me and cried.I stood there told him to not
cry, but he just kept crying.
I see this cross now says "Rest In Peace, We love you Son,
Shawn Jan 2000 to June 2005"
I think I am dead, Am not really sure
I tell Daddy everyday, that I love him. I hug him every night.
I hope someday he realizes that I am here. I am with him always.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, 24th July
How terribly sad. I hope her dad realizes his child's presence.
ReplyDeleteI hope that too
DeletePoor little boy - and his poor grieving Dad.
ReplyDeleteYeah, its sad
DeleteThis is sad but beautifully done
ReplyDeleteThanks Ruby :-)
DeleteHow sad, what a short life. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteNot all are blessed Ga H
DeleteWish I could hear my son...
ReplyDeleteDale, you never know, he might be near by
DeleteGood story although very sad. It's heartbreaking when parents lose a child. Well done, Dee Dee. ------ Suzanne
ReplyDeleteIt really is heartbreaking
DeleteThanks for dropping by Suzanne