Hey, everyone! :) As you can see, I have another one-shot! :) It's supposed to take place before the movie. It's goes from sad to happy, so you may want to keep some tissues handy! ;)-Alyssa
The sun shone through the open window, awaking Brady from his slumber. Brady looked at his clock. 5:45. Which was earlier than he usually got up. However, today was the one day that Brady always got up early. It came every year in May.
"Brady? Sweetheart? You awake?" Brady's mother whispered, sticking her head into the doorway.
"Yes, Ma. Morning." Brady replied, sitting up, hugging his mother.
"Morning, Sweetheart. How are you feeling?"
"Good. I just...I miss him."
"I know you do. We both do. I'll give you some time to yourself. I'll start breakfast."
"Thank you, Ma."
"You're welcome, Brady."
As soon as Brady's mom left the room, Brady turned and looked at a picture that was sitting on his dresser. There sat a picture of a younger Brady; his mom; younger sister; older brother, who was in the Navy; and another man in an Army uniform. Brady ran his fingers over the frame.
"I miss you, dad." Brady said, tearing up.
The morning was slow. Brady ate breakfast, took a shower, and went out to the beach, where he met up with his girlfriend, Mack around 8:00. By Noon, Brady was feeling even more down. To the point that he didn't even wanna surf! By 4:00, Mack had made up her mind to do something.
"Hey, Brady. I know you're missing your father, and I recently heard a song that I wanna sing for you." Mack said, pulling out a guitar and beginning to play.
Sooner or later they say
That it all gets easier
Take it one tear at a time
And I'll wake up one day
To find some closure
Shining like the sunlight through the blinds
No matter how much time may pass between us
You'll never be more than a memory away
'Cause I'll never forget you
No, I'll never forget you
Whisper of the evening rain
On the bedroom window
Like the sky is missing you
The flicker of a candle flame
There's only one shadow
Oh, but I can still see two
No matter how much pain I have to go through
It's better than feeling nothing for you at all
'Cause I'll never forget you
No, I'll never forget you
When I'm sleeping
When I'm dreaming wide awake
I got the feeling
That I'll never get you out of my mind
Oh and I'll never forget you
No, I'll never forget you (never forget you)
Never forget you, oh, oh
Never forget you
As Mack finished, she could see the tears in Brady's eyes. But, looking closer, you can tell that they were tears of happiness.
"Thank you, Mack. I really needed that."
"You're welcome, Brady."
Mack's eyes drifted down the beach, and she noticed something, or shall I say someone, that she almost barely recognized.
"Brady, you might wanna look down that way!" Mack exclaimed.
"Mack, please. I'm not up for..."
"Brady!" A voice called from down the beach.
Brady's head snapped that direction.
"Dad?" Brady whispered, "Dad!"
With that, Brady was racing down the beach toward his father. Brady's mother heard Brady the 2nd time, and rushed out to the front door, Brady's younger sister, Beatrice, following closely. Beatrice was 13, just 3 years younger than Brady. Brady's mother, Deanna-Marie, and Beatrice immediately saw Brady running down the beach toward someone they hardly recognized. It didn't take long for Bailey and Beatrice to run down the beach as well.
The man dropped his camo backpack on the sand, and hugged Brady when he got there.
"Dad..."
"It's alright, Brady. I'm home now. That's all that matters. Now, let me take a good look at you."
Brady took a step back and allowed his father to look him over.
"You've grown quite a bit! You're at least 2 feet taller than you were 5 years ago."
Brady looked at his father, "I really can't believe it's been 5 years since your deployment."
"I know, son. I know."
"Richard!" Deanna exclaimed, running up and hugging her husband.
"Oof! Careful there, dear!"
"Daddy!"
"Oh, ho, ho! Well who do we have here?"
"Daddy!" Bailey scolded.
"This couldn't be our little Bailey-Boo could it? She's only 8! And this is no 8 year old!"
"It's me, Daddy-Dare."
"Well so it is. Only you have ever called me that."
"Happy Memorial Day, Sergeant Downsfield."
"Happy Memorial Day, Sir!" Richard said, saluting his superior.
'This really is a Happy Memorial Day.' Brady thought, smiling, as he hugged his father one more time.
I hope you liked it! :) I do plan on writing more one-shots in the future. :) The song was "I Will Not Forget You" by Danielle Bradberry. I wrote this for two reasons, #1 is as a thank you to all the soldiers fighting, the soldiers who have fought, and the soldiers who will fight, to protect us. And I also wrote this, because the song I used, inspired me. Happy Memorial Day!-Alyssa