Broken

"Fox, I love you and I will return." That was the last thing I remember my father saying to me. I thought he would come back, I thought he would return, I thought everything would be ok. I fell on my knees and cried out my soul as I heard he had been killed in the war.

Shattered…

Peppy had told me. I remember that day…the sorrow the pain, the agony of how I would have to bury my father six feet under. Why did he go? He could have refused the mission…he could still be here…I could still have a father, a mentor. But he was killed and I could not stop it. Anger fills my heart as I think about his death, how he left me.

Broken.

Our lives are like a mirror, one drop and we die or just have bad luck for seven years…I wasn't superstitious. The frailty of life is staggering when you think how easily you can die; and I will never forget him. James McCloud…you will always live on in my heart.

Shattered…

Our lives are like a candle, one blow of wind and we are snuffed our light put out. He died with honor as Andross would have spit on his grave given the chance; the rain still chilled me even after all these years. I can remember burying him, the ground was cold and the rain was soaking even as I put on a flight jacket.

Like a mirror…

"May God Almighty have mercy on his soul." The minister had said that day. That was the day when my life shattered into a million pieces. I felt empty inside, like my soul had been stolen away like a foul demon.

Once again, I am at the grave site…alone with my sorrow. The clouds are graying and I look at his headstone, I slowly lower my muzzle as I walk away…

Just once, I would like to see him again. If only for a moment, but I know that is not possible. I walk away, my head lowered.