The dark skies were screaming at him, the wind howling- all telling him to go home. It was far too late to be out at this hour, especially some place like this. What if ghosts and spirits were to follow him throughout the night? What if they followed him home- oh god, could you imagine the look on Lily's face after seeing a ghost? What if the ghost hurt her? He could never forgive himself.
"Grow up Marshall," he muttered to himself. Be reasonable, ghosts don't haunt cemeteries. It was common to think they would, but they only haunt the places they died, not where they rest. The thought was comforting- for a minute at least, that was until his eyes landed on the whole reason he was out here in the first place. He sighed as he took a seat in front of the massive tomb stone. 'MARVIN ERIKSEN SR. A loving man, and amazing father' it read.
"You were amazing," he whispered, almost as if the tomb stone would turn into his father and begin to talk. He wished now that spirits actually did haunt where they were buried, then at least he'd be able to talk to him once more. Ask for advice, tell him all the good news, share stories- maybe even play some Go Fish or any other sort of game to pass the time. He could tell Marshall the rules of being a father, and how not to completely fuck this up. "I've missed you so much."
Marshall's voice quivered, and he fought his senses for awhile, trying his hardest not to cry. It was just so hard. He should have left. What was he thinking?
"I miss you too son."
What was that? Was Marshall could have sworn that he heard a voice in the wind. He shot his head around, looking all around the gravesite, but the only company he had was the tomb stones plotted throughout the huge fenced in field and a few trees. He sighed again, 'it's official,' he thought. 'I'm going crazy. Great.'
But there it was again. A chuckle. It was so slight that if Marshall wasn't paying attention he would have missed it. "Dad?" He cried, looking around. "Dad, if you're out there, I want you to know I miss you. I miss you so freaking much. I wish you could be here, it sucks not having you around for Christmas. Lily's about to have our son- I'm scared. I'm so scared dad." He tried to breathe, but his words were coming out so fast, trying to race the tears that were running down his face. He felt like an idiot sitting there crying his eyes out, but he needed this.
"You'll do fine son," the voice said again, and Marshall could have sworn he felt a hand on his back. "Now go home, nothing good ever happens at two am."
He looked behind him, trying to make out any sign of his dad, but there was nothing. It disappointed him, but he knew even if he couldn't see him, his dad was there. Wiping his face while trying to gain composure, he stood up- but not before putting two fingers up to his lips and then pressed them to the tomb. "I'll see you later dad."
