The end of the funeral came. Everyone was leaving. She looked at his monument which was placed above his body that was buried. She read it over and over again.
"Beloved Father and Husband.
Greg Grabec June 19, 1954-August 1, 2006"
Tears ran down her face. The only person who has ever cared for her is now gone. She folded her arms in front of her, and looked up.
"Kay?" she heard. She turned around to find her father's best friend, Larry Simpson, standing there. "Your father wanted me to give this to you," he said handing her an envelope.
She took it and examined it. "Kay Kay' was written on the front. Larry left her alone to read it. She slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. She read over it. Part of it was a song he sang to her whenever she was upset and needed him. The other half was a note.
"Kay Kay, if you're reading this, I've moved on. Don't be scared. I'm still with you. I'll be guiding you every day of your life until I'm not able to anymore. You have to be the best person on this planet. When I walked out on your mother and drove off, I did see you chase the car. I didn't stop because I was running away from someone who loved me and still does. I'm sorry for all of the pain I have caused you. I love you, Princess. Don't be afraid to show how you feel towards that special someone. Any man would be lucky to have you as the love of their life."
Tears rolled down her face. The day he left forever replayed in her mind. She turned her back, heard the explosion, and turned back around. She saw his plane on fire. Some people made it out. Others were trapped and already dead. Flames were everywhere. People were screaming frantically.
He watched as she knelt down in front of her father's grave in the black dress. She was broken. He knew that she wasn't there when his parents left. But, he didn't care at that moment. No one was showing to her that they cared that her father was gone. He at least had people show him that they were sorry. Apparently, she didn't mean much to certain people.
He walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him. He was holding his hand out for her. She took it. He helped her up and took her into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Kay Mae. I'm so sorry," he said softly.
He tightened his grip as she hugged him back. He felt so happy to be held by her again. He never wanted that moment to end.
"Kay?" they heard. The both looked to find Lacey standing there. "Come on. We have to go to the breakfast."
She nodded and just walked away from Bradin. Bradin looked at Lacey and they began following Kay.
Many people were at the breakfast. He couldn't believe that Kay Mae's father knew that many people. He looked around and his eyes landed on her. She was just sitting alone playing with the straw that sat in her cup of juice. He got up and walked over to the table. He sat across from her making her look at him.
"Hey," he said, "How are you feeling?"
She shrugged. She looked back at her straw and began to play with it again. She had her cheek resting on her hand and elbow resting on the table.
Bradin reached and took her hand into his. She looked back at him. "I'm here if you need me."
She stood up and walked out of the restaraunt. Bradin watched as she got into her car and drove off.