Jack came in from playing tennis outside when he heard the phone ringing. "Hello?" he answered. "Is this the residence of Jack Farman III?" an unknown voice questioned. "Yes, speaking." "Mr. Farman, I regretably inform you that your grandfather, Jack Farman Sr., has passed away." "Oh, that's so sad, I haven't seen him since I was 7 1/2." "The funeral will be on Spring 1. The wil reading will be on the following day." "Okay, I will make sure to come, has my father been informed?" "Yes, he sends his apologies to you that he will not attend." "Oh, I figured as much since he wouldn't let grampa retire when he got sick. Grampa didn't want the farm to run down. Dad wouldn't take it over. The old man never asked me." "Okay, well just to inform you think is the Mayor of Flower Bud Village, we hope to see you at the funeral."
Jack arrived at the Flower Bud Village dock around an hour before the funeral. As he walked up to the Town Square he heard singing and as he entered he was shocked to see people drinking and laughing. "WHAT IS THIS?!" he screamed, infuriated. An old woman slowly and wobbily strolled up to him. "This *hiccup* my dear boy is a wake!" "A WHAT?!" "A party to celebrate the dead's passing into the afterlife." "Oh, well if this is what he wanted...." "Oh, it is, he organized it in his will. You missed the reading. We had it early on account of we would all be tooooo drunk *hiccup* later." "Well, did I get anything." "Oh, yes. You got the farm." and with those six words Jack felt an onrush of old heart ache and pain from his childhood and teen years.
When Jack was 7 years old he came to visit the farm his grampa owned. He was only supposed to stay 2 weeks. And in that 2 weeks, he met and fell in love (only he didnt know it was love and still didn't) with a young girl. The girl was his best friend. After the two weeks ended, nobody came to get him. His father had forgotten. His mother, having died two years earlier, wouldn't have forgotten. Jack Jr. had thrown himself into his work after his wife's death, unpurposly negleting his son Jack III. When Jack finally was brought home, it had been half a year. He never wanted to go back to the farm again. He was to afraid of being forgotten. However, before he left he had given the little girl a piece of an old blue hankerchief. He had told her that if he ever came back to show the clothe to him and he would renew the friendship, provided she remembered as well.
Jack arrived at the Flower Bud Village dock around an hour before the funeral. As he walked up to the Town Square he heard singing and as he entered he was shocked to see people drinking and laughing. "WHAT IS THIS?!" he screamed, infuriated. An old woman slowly and wobbily strolled up to him. "This *hiccup* my dear boy is a wake!" "A WHAT?!" "A party to celebrate the dead's passing into the afterlife." "Oh, well if this is what he wanted...." "Oh, it is, he organized it in his will. You missed the reading. We had it early on account of we would all be tooooo drunk *hiccup* later." "Well, did I get anything." "Oh, yes. You got the farm." and with those six words Jack felt an onrush of old heart ache and pain from his childhood and teen years.
When Jack was 7 years old he came to visit the farm his grampa owned. He was only supposed to stay 2 weeks. And in that 2 weeks, he met and fell in love (only he didnt know it was love and still didn't) with a young girl. The girl was his best friend. After the two weeks ended, nobody came to get him. His father had forgotten. His mother, having died two years earlier, wouldn't have forgotten. Jack Jr. had thrown himself into his work after his wife's death, unpurposly negleting his son Jack III. When Jack finally was brought home, it had been half a year. He never wanted to go back to the farm again. He was to afraid of being forgotten. However, before he left he had given the little girl a piece of an old blue hankerchief. He had told her that if he ever came back to show the clothe to him and he would renew the friendship, provided she remembered as well.