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Chapter 5: The Cemetary
Well, I'm getting farther. So far I learned more about my dad then my mom. I'm not sure where to go from here, but I do know that I want to visit my mom. My dad never takes us to the cemetary, I never know why.
I drove to the cemetary and looked around for my mother's heastone, I do remember it was big and stood out like any other. I did stop by the flower shop to get a small bouquet of diasies, her favorite.
I finally found her, she was close to where Grandpa is.
"Hi mom." I said and "I brought these for you. I remember that diasies are your favorite." I sat the flowers by the base of her headstone. I sat next to the grave and thought about her, from my memories
I felt weird sitting there, like I could tell that she was mad at me for not visiting more often.
"I wish you were still alive, mom. I need you. You know very well that I can't always go to dad." I said wiping my tears. I have to be strong, my grieving period is over, now I accepted her death and shouldn't cry, although somedays I feel like it. I sat there for awhile.
"Hi." I heard some say behind me. I turned around to see a young man standing there.
"Hi." I said smiling.
"I didn't scare you did I?" He asked walking closer.
"Alittle, but don't worry." I said turning back towards my mom's grave. I heard his footsteps as he walked closer to me. He sat next to me on the bench.
"So who are you visiting?" He asked looking over at the headstone.
"My mother." I said and then asked "And you?"
"My sister." He said looking over.
"What was your sister's name?" I asked taking my mind off of my mom.
"Belinda. She died about ten years ago." He said looking down.
"How did she die?" I asked.
"In a car accident." He replied.
"My mom died in a car accident too. " I said. I looked over and asked "Would you like to see a picture of her?"
"Sure." He said looking up. The only picture I had was her yearbook. So I took that out and flipped it open to the picture of the play.
"That's her." I said pointing to her.
"Wow, she is beautiful." He said taking the yearbook and asked "Mind if I look at this?"
"No, just give it back after you are done, it was my mother's and my dad would be upset it if wasn't returned." I said. He nods and starts to look at the book.
"Wait, that's my sister." He said pointing to a picture. A group of friends, and I see my dad in the middle of them.
"She went to Beaufort High?" I asked.
"Yes, That's Dean,and Eric, and Tracie, and Landon." He said.
"You know them?" I asked. I was surprised.
"Yes, I always saw them when they came over to get my sister. I was younger, but I remember." He said.
"You know my dad?" I asked.
"Which one is you dad?" He asked.
"Landon." I said pointing to him.
"Oh yes, I remember going to his wedding. He also dated my sister for awhile." He replied.
"He did?" I asked.
"Yes." He said flipping the pages to the student pictures.
Well, That is very surprising. I found someone who knows a little about my father's past and his old friends.
"Do you think any of them still live around here?" I asked.
"Ah, I think Eric, and Tracie do." He said and asked "Why?"
"I've trying to find out about my mom's past. She died when I was younger. Do you think they would help me if I contacted them?" I asked explaining what I've been doing.
"Sure." He said.
That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna look up them and contact them.
P.S. What da ya Think?
Chapter 5: The Cemetary
Well, I'm getting farther. So far I learned more about my dad then my mom. I'm not sure where to go from here, but I do know that I want to visit my mom. My dad never takes us to the cemetary, I never know why.
I drove to the cemetary and looked around for my mother's heastone, I do remember it was big and stood out like any other. I did stop by the flower shop to get a small bouquet of diasies, her favorite.
I finally found her, she was close to where Grandpa is.
"Hi mom." I said and "I brought these for you. I remember that diasies are your favorite." I sat the flowers by the base of her headstone. I sat next to the grave and thought about her, from my memories
I felt weird sitting there, like I could tell that she was mad at me for not visiting more often.
"I wish you were still alive, mom. I need you. You know very well that I can't always go to dad." I said wiping my tears. I have to be strong, my grieving period is over, now I accepted her death and shouldn't cry, although somedays I feel like it. I sat there for awhile.
"Hi." I heard some say behind me. I turned around to see a young man standing there.
"Hi." I said smiling.
"I didn't scare you did I?" He asked walking closer.
"Alittle, but don't worry." I said turning back towards my mom's grave. I heard his footsteps as he walked closer to me. He sat next to me on the bench.
"So who are you visiting?" He asked looking over at the headstone.
"My mother." I said and then asked "And you?"
"My sister." He said looking over.
"What was your sister's name?" I asked taking my mind off of my mom.
"Belinda. She died about ten years ago." He said looking down.
"How did she die?" I asked.
"In a car accident." He replied.
"My mom died in a car accident too. " I said. I looked over and asked "Would you like to see a picture of her?"
"Sure." He said looking up. The only picture I had was her yearbook. So I took that out and flipped it open to the picture of the play.
"That's her." I said pointing to her.
"Wow, she is beautiful." He said taking the yearbook and asked "Mind if I look at this?"
"No, just give it back after you are done, it was my mother's and my dad would be upset it if wasn't returned." I said. He nods and starts to look at the book.
"Wait, that's my sister." He said pointing to a picture. A group of friends, and I see my dad in the middle of them.
"She went to Beaufort High?" I asked.
"Yes, That's Dean,and Eric, and Tracie, and Landon." He said.
"You know them?" I asked. I was surprised.
"Yes, I always saw them when they came over to get my sister. I was younger, but I remember." He said.
"You know my dad?" I asked.
"Which one is you dad?" He asked.
"Landon." I said pointing to him.
"Oh yes, I remember going to his wedding. He also dated my sister for awhile." He replied.
"He did?" I asked.
"Yes." He said flipping the pages to the student pictures.
Well, That is very surprising. I found someone who knows a little about my father's past and his old friends.
"Do you think any of them still live around here?" I asked.
"Ah, I think Eric, and Tracie do." He said and asked "Why?"
"I've trying to find out about my mom's past. She died when I was younger. Do you think they would help me if I contacted them?" I asked explaining what I've been doing.
"Sure." He said.
That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna look up them and contact them.
P.S. What da ya Think?