Disclaim: I don't McFly, but I have a full prove plan!
Summer.
I gazed at the old house, ivy was growing on the side of the house, bricks were missing and the upstairs window was shattered, my mind flooded with memories, memories which I hoped I would never see again, but they were still there, just hidden. Slowly and weary of my surroundings, I moved my feet slowly and steeped over the threshold in the house. It was bare, just as we left it. Pictures smashed, a single beer bottle and the chairs turned over. I felt a warm hand touch my shoulder, I turned to Dougie, he was holding up a newspaper, overturned life, was the title, the paper was yellowing with age and few coffee and tea stains covered it. I grabbed it and read.
25th June 2004,
Yesterday, at noon a lorry overturned on a small mini car, this car had a Rose and Summer Jones. Rose, 37 was smashed into the wind screen to protect Summer, 12 from any harmful injuries. Summer did survive with a few starches and cuts but her mother didn't. Our prays go out to the Jones family, other family members, Daniel Jones (son), Alan Jones (husband) will be wanting to visit Summer as she is in a healthy state. "She loved Danny and Summer so much and would hate them to sallow in her death, but aren't we all?" Said Lily (mother of Rose) right now, the family are moving after the funeral to start a new life.
I tucked the piece of paper into my pocket and turned to Dougie, I was alright with him, if he's here, and I'm stronger when he's here.
"You ready?" He asked me as we reached the front door; I turned for one final look and nodded, slowly
"Yes" I whispered. He took my hand softly, our fingers intwined, fitting perfectly together, this made me smile.
The snow was falling onto the street as we walked into the church's graveyard. The graves of the unknown, shattered and broken lay beneath us. The marble grave stones were covered in a thin layer of snow, they're names just visible. I squinted my eyes, searching for the grave which we were here for. And suddenly, there it was, marble as ever and still gleaming. Extending my arm towards it, I pushed the pure white snow aside and stared at my mother's grave.
Rose Lily Jones, born 14th May 1966, died 24th June 2003, "I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday"
That was my mother's motto, spoken by Eleanor Roosevelt. Dougie lay down a ring of Christmas roses, I smiled at him, if she was still here, she would love him.
"Hey Mum," I started, kneeling beside her headstone "it's been awhile hasn't it?" I laughed slightly, feeling Dougie sit beside me, I took in a deep breath "this is Dougie, he really wanted to see you, but this is the only way" Dougie took my hand, reassuring me, comforting me, letting me know he was here.
"I'm Dougie, your daughter is very brave, I know your proud of her and so am I" He smiled warmly at me as I planted a soft kiss on his cheek
"Well, I think you'll want to know how we met" I laughed slightly, yes mum would love to know, even if it did bore everyone else, nothing made her happier than hearing about her daughter's love story, but she was there all the way through it, guiding me "well, here it goes…"
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I'm with you