BILLION DOLLAR DADDY by Stephanie Brother

Author:Stephanie Brother [Brother, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-05-21T18:30:00+00:00

28

RYAN

Once upon a time there was a boy who had nothing but the love of his mother and an absolute determination to succeed.

Once upon a time there was a boy who climbed to the top of the mountain and found it was a lonely place.

Once upon a time there was a boy who found a girl when it was too late.

Once upon a time there was a boy who wanted a second chance.

29

Jessie

The day is cold and damp. My boots are snug but I still feel the chill from the ground as I walk through the iron gates that lead into the cemetery. In my gloved hands I hold a small bouquet of flowers. I know he’d think I was ridiculous for bringing them. What man cares about flowers?

His grave is deep into the cemetery so it takes me a few minutes to get there. All the while my heart is beating faster. I don’t think this will ever get easier, no matter how much time passes.

When someone is snatched away from you without the chance to say goodbye, there always seems to be unfinished business. I wish that the last thing I said to him was something profound, something that would have let him know how I truly felt about him.

It’s eerily quiet. No birds sing. No cars travel down the winding drive that leads from the road. It’s as though time has stood still and I am the only living thing still in motion.

When I reach his graveside my throat tightens. Seeing his name engraved in the cold black marble seems unreal.

So final.

There are other flowers here. I’m not the only one who has remembered that it’s the anniversary of his death. I place the bouquet on the ground and stand awkwardly to the side. All the things I wanted to say are like ash in my mouth.

When someone you love dies there is a part of you that feels guilty. Why am I still alive and they are gone? There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern of life. We are born and we live and the only certainty is death. I wonder how differently we would all live if we knew the exact date and time we were going to pass away. Would we be better people or worse? More selfless or selfish?

I don’t have the answers but know that there is no making sense of any of it. No point in dwelling on the whys and what ifs. Every day we are gifted is precious and needs to be spent in pursuit of life’s truth.

Love.

We waste too much time. We don’t say the things we want to say. We hold what’s really in our heart too tightly and focus on the mundane and unimportant.

We are blinded by the features of the modern world; entertained to the point that we no longer engage in our own lives, and it’s not until it’s too late that we see what we should be focusing on.

He was twenty-seven.

Jackson Ford; my high school sweetheart.

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