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Notes: Another Bosco Seajae attempt.
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PRLOUGE
Maucie Boscorelli brushed the snow off the headstone and laid a single red rose on it. It had been awhile since he had stopped here. Too long a while. He squatted down and ran his hand over her name across the marble. She had loved him so much. So much that she had died protecting him and his children. He face was still so clear in his mind. Like it was only yesterday that she stood next to him. Loving him like no one else had. Giving him the strength to love like he never loved before.
Someone once told him that life was a long road and if you didn't have a map you'd loose your way once in awhile but you'd always find your way home again. This woman had helped him find home...over and over again. Bosco thought of his children. His Angel. So precosios and smart. And Makenzie. So much like his father but he had a heart that only came from the woman lying beneath the cold fozen ground. Then he thought of tiny little Hope. Not born of Boscorelli blood but so much like them it was scary.
A tear fell down his face. She was too young to be here. He still needed her every day of his life and she no longer was there to help him though the pain and frustration of his life. Bosco still talked to her every day. Telling all that she was missing and how much she was missed. Angel asked about her all the time. For a long time Bosco just ignored the little girls questions. Then after a while, when it didn't hurt so much he told her about the woman who with her love all things had been possible.
He would tell Makenzie and Hope of the brave woman who fought with every breath to save them that day. The woman who had been there for him in his bleakest hours and had made life as happy as she could for him. He thanked God every day for the woman who taught him with love, anything was possible. The tears fell harder now. How could he make it thought another day without her streagth and love. He had to go one. He had a family to think about. Children to raise. She'd want him to go on. It had always been her way.
Notes: Another Bosco Seajae attempt.
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PRLOUGE
Maucie Boscorelli brushed the snow off the headstone and laid a single red rose on it. It had been awhile since he had stopped here. Too long a while. He squatted down and ran his hand over her name across the marble. She had loved him so much. So much that she had died protecting him and his children. He face was still so clear in his mind. Like it was only yesterday that she stood next to him. Loving him like no one else had. Giving him the strength to love like he never loved before.
Someone once told him that life was a long road and if you didn't have a map you'd loose your way once in awhile but you'd always find your way home again. This woman had helped him find home...over and over again. Bosco thought of his children. His Angel. So precosios and smart. And Makenzie. So much like his father but he had a heart that only came from the woman lying beneath the cold fozen ground. Then he thought of tiny little Hope. Not born of Boscorelli blood but so much like them it was scary.
A tear fell down his face. She was too young to be here. He still needed her every day of his life and she no longer was there to help him though the pain and frustration of his life. Bosco still talked to her every day. Telling all that she was missing and how much she was missed. Angel asked about her all the time. For a long time Bosco just ignored the little girls questions. Then after a while, when it didn't hurt so much he told her about the woman who with her love all things had been possible.
He would tell Makenzie and Hope of the brave woman who fought with every breath to save them that day. The woman who had been there for him in his bleakest hours and had made life as happy as she could for him. He thanked God every day for the woman who taught him with love, anything was possible. The tears fell harder now. How could he make it thought another day without her streagth and love. He had to go one. He had a family to think about. Children to raise. She'd want him to go on. It had always been her way.