Epilogue
Jake stood over the granite grave marker, a single white rose rested in his right hand. His tears fell like rain drops soaking the ground and making wet trails down his shirt. Today was the anniversary of the death of someone close to him.
"Hey," he whispered as he began to calm himself, "I just want to tell you that I miss you...and I love you. It isn't fair that you're gone...I still need you here with me."
Jake's wife came to stand beside him with their five year-old son, Ryan. She gently slipped her small hand around his large one. He looked over at her and placed a soft kiss on her forehad.
"How are you holding up?" she asked quietly.
"Been better. I miss him, Brooke. He was my father...he's all I had. I just...I want him to know how much I love him."
"He knows Jake," she said patting his chest. "And you're wrong...you have me." Jake nodded with a smile as he collected his thoughts.
"And me! Don't forget about me!" the boy shouted from where he sat on the wet grass.
Brooke and Jake both began to laugh. "Yeah and Ryan too," she threw in.
Jake leaned over and pulled his wife into a passionatte kiss. Their tongues caressed each other as Jake ran his fingers through Brooke's silky brown hair. They could've stayed trapped in the moment forever...could've.
"Eww! Gross! You guys are yucky!" Ryan whined in a disgusted tone that mirrored the look on his face. "Girls have cooties!"
"Oh really?" Brooke said as she bent down to his level. "So if I was to say oh I don't know tickle you. Then you'd get cooties too?"
"Yep," Ryan answered knowingly.
"Kinda like this?" Before Ryan could react Brooke had pulled her son into her lap and was wildly tickling him as he laughed hysterically.
Jake watched the two happily and lovingly wondering why God would bless him with someone so perfect. Brooke was the strongest person he knew. She was his hero. His first real love, but most of all his angel and everything in between.
So there you go...an epilogue. I hope you enjoyed! Please Review!
Love,
Kayla