The Tree

by xnotxusedxanyxmorex

This is a fragment of a story that is my favorite. About a greaving daughter trying to cope with the loss of her father who died of cancer. She talks about her fathers favorite place. I wrote this and I hope you like it.

I sit inside, a cold blanket rapped around me. Snow almost melted down and theres that tree. That giant Christmas tree. That beautiful thing that makes my day. All the diffrent color greens mixed together to make it what it is today. I'm not sure how long its been here, but its been here longer than me, it has been here long before me.

It has been here and seen everything single thing in this town; if you ask me. It has been here when he was here. Before he was gone, before that deadly thing took over his soul and body. His ashes are there, because thats where he went when he needed somthing. Even if it was negative ten degrees out. He would be out there in a second with layers and layers of warm clothes on him just to lean on that tree trunk and think about whats been going on.

Somtimes I can still see him there. God, I wish I could just walk over there without tears streaming down my cheek. It's hard, I can still find his scent in this house. I truly wish it would all go away, he would go away, so I dont have this huge burden pulling on my sleeve like I had done to him when when I was young, I feel like it's time to move on.