AN: I don't own LWD
#9 Memory
"Grandpa, will you tell about Grandma and why you loved her?" Nicole asked looking up at her Grandfather. Nicole's Mother, Violet, blanched and looked alarmed. She gave a look to her father that it was alright, and he would talk about his sweetheart.
"Come here Nicole." Derek, now 95 years old, said patting the seat next to him. Nicole sat down right next to him and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. As Derek started, his face lit up, just thinking about his wife, "Casey was the most beautiful woman who has ever lived. She was beautiful inside and out. She had brunette hair that was long, shiny, and silky. I loved playing with it and feeling it through my fingers. Her smile, so wide and genuine, could light up all of Canada. Her eyes were a beautiful blue, like the sea and shining, they sparkled, something you and your mother had in common with Casey." Both Nicole and Violet smiled at this.
Derek smiled back at them and continued, "As if I wasn't lucky enough with her perfect looks, her personality too was amazing. She was intelligent, she was so smart, certainly smarter than me, and she knew a little bit of everything. She was funny, she made me laugh constantly. She could be just as sneaky as me, and boy when we were teenagers we played some wild tricks on each other. She was genuine and so, so kind. She never was cruel or mean, even when I was. She wanted everyone to be happy and she did what she could to help anyone. She made me want to be the best person I could be, and she wanted that for me too because she loved me. She made everyday the best possible with the way she loved me so openly, honestly, and genuinely. Everyday I was the luckiest guy because she loved me. Nothing could have been better because she loved me and I loved her."
At the end of Derek's description of Casey, both Violet and Nicole were in tears from the romantics. Violet then said, "Aww Dad. I never knew how romantic you could be, I mean I saw it towards Mom, but I've never heard you so open about her to me." Derek just smiled, and replied, "Romance is only shown to the person you truly love, in my opinion, and Casey was my true love."
That night before he went to bed, Derek held up his bedside picture of Casey. He had created a routine ever since she passed away eleven years ago. Derek would hold up the picture, kiss it, and tell the picture the same thing he told Casey every night, 'I love you.'