Blessing from the Grave Austin's POV
"Well, Austin, how long are you going to be?" My Dad asked me as we pulled into the cemetery.
"I shouldn't be too long, hopefully," I replied. Unsure of what to say and wondering why I came here in the first place. Even though Sam's dad isn't alive, I feel it's in my best interest to be granted permission by her best friend to ask her hand in marriage. After all, I'm going to have a lot to live up to for the rest of my life. Perhaps, coming here will guide me on the correct path; Sam meant the world to me and I didn't want to screw it up. As I approached his grave still pondering what I should say, I mean I'm talking to a grave, not something I'd done before. As I stood in front of him the thought of what, Sam, crossed my mind; there were many times in our relationship I would wake up to her crying in the middle of the night. Most recently Father's Day. "Well, I...my name is Austin...um we've meet before once..." I stuttered. "I came with, Sam, the day before we left for college, I'm sure you remember that, right?" Scratching my head and pacing, improvising as I proceeded on. "The reason I'm here is, first of all I love your, daughter, with all my heart, alright? She brought out the best in me, demanded more of myself, and showed me my true colors." Placing my hands in my pockets and fidgeting a little. "I didn't feel right asking her to marry me unless I talk to you first. She said you were her hero, and the reason she followed her dream." What else do you say? Whispering under my breath. "My dream of becoming a writer came true with her support. I guess you can say you had a hand in my success as well, so thank you for that." A gust of wind hit me from behind with a loud whistling noise almost causing me to lose my hat. Figuring, that was a hint to wrap up my rambling and pop the question."So, do I have your blessing?" I smiled. Knowing I wouldn't get a response. "Well, I'll promise you one thing. When were married I'm going to do my best to make Sam as happy as you made her." I felt like a truck had been lifted off my shoulders, it was a relief even after not getting an actual blessing. I knew deep down he was near by smiling with approval, I was true to myself speaking from the heart, isn't that what true love is? Walking back to the car, my dad listening to the radio. I got in and closed the door, letting out a sigh.
"So, how did it go?" He grinned at me noticing the smirk on my face. Looking back him with an even bigger smile.
"I think it went pretty well." Chuckling. Pulling the ring out of my pocket. "Do you think she'll like it Dad?" He nodded. Placing his hand on my shoulder.
"She won't be able to say no to that, son, I'm so proud of you." Looking away from me as if he was about to cry.
"Well, we better hit the road, I wonder how Sam will react to me coming home a few days early from my trip." Looking back at me he couldn't do anything but smile. We drove out of the cemetery and headed home...