"..........."
"May he rest in peace...amen."
Jack stood at his grandfather's grave, without even an umbrella in the freezing rain.
"Jack?"
Jack didn't look at his father, but he felt that large hand on his shoulder. He continued to stare at the tombstone, with his grandfather's information carved into it.
"Jack, are you alright?"
Jack nodded and turned from his father.
"Look, Jack...we can collect his insurance and live the life he would have wanted us to live. What do you say?"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His father, who had lost his own father harldy two weeks before, was saying how they could use his hard earned money to waste on nothing.
"Are you out of your mind?"
His father stood, clutching his umbrella so he wouldn't get his suit wet, and stared at Jack.
"What did you just say to me young man?"
Jack ran his hand through his hair and thought of his plan. A crazy idea, but maybe it would work.
"You aren't collecting the money."
Jack's father smiled weakly and stuck his hand in his pocket.
"What do you mean, I'm not collecting the money? I deserve that money, Jack. I've worked to hard for that old man to just leave it."
Jack laughed nervously. He still couldn't believe his own father would be that insensitive.
"I've already collected it...and I've bought the farm. It's mine now. I have the deed to the farm, right in my car, if you want to see it..."
Jack watched his father's face contort to pure rage.
"That should have been my money, Jack! You took it from under me like a thief! A coward!"
"At least I'm not acting like Grandpa just left it there to be wasted! I'm using it for what he would have wanted!"
Jack's father glared at him angrily.
"Leave! Now! And don't come back until you're worth something!"
Jack stalked over to his car.
"I'm worth more than you would ever be! You were never my father! And I was never your son!"
He got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped off towards the farm. He would start over there, start a whole new life.
He had to.
"May he rest in peace...amen."
Jack stood at his grandfather's grave, without even an umbrella in the freezing rain.
"Jack?"
Jack didn't look at his father, but he felt that large hand on his shoulder. He continued to stare at the tombstone, with his grandfather's information carved into it.
"Jack, are you alright?"
Jack nodded and turned from his father.
"Look, Jack...we can collect his insurance and live the life he would have wanted us to live. What do you say?"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His father, who had lost his own father harldy two weeks before, was saying how they could use his hard earned money to waste on nothing.
"Are you out of your mind?"
His father stood, clutching his umbrella so he wouldn't get his suit wet, and stared at Jack.
"What did you just say to me young man?"
Jack ran his hand through his hair and thought of his plan. A crazy idea, but maybe it would work.
"You aren't collecting the money."
Jack's father smiled weakly and stuck his hand in his pocket.
"What do you mean, I'm not collecting the money? I deserve that money, Jack. I've worked to hard for that old man to just leave it."
Jack laughed nervously. He still couldn't believe his own father would be that insensitive.
"I've already collected it...and I've bought the farm. It's mine now. I have the deed to the farm, right in my car, if you want to see it..."
Jack watched his father's face contort to pure rage.
"That should have been my money, Jack! You took it from under me like a thief! A coward!"
"At least I'm not acting like Grandpa just left it there to be wasted! I'm using it for what he would have wanted!"
Jack's father glared at him angrily.
"Leave! Now! And don't come back until you're worth something!"
Jack stalked over to his car.
"I'm worth more than you would ever be! You were never my father! And I was never your son!"
He got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped off towards the farm. He would start over there, start a whole new life.
He had to.