I took the next day off school. It's the one day of the year I ditch. The one day a year my mom calls in sick. The day my father passed away. I woke up early getting in the shower and pulling on my skinny jeans and a tshirt. I pull on my converse and head to my moms room. As I open the door I see her sitting on the bed holding a picture of my dad.
She looks up at me gives me a smile before offering me a hand I smile back at her and help her up. I hold her hand all the way down the stairs to make sure she doesn't fall. I quickly make us both some breakfast but we don't eat much. We don't have much of an appetite today. For us it's always a hard day. My fathers last day. After we are done I help my mom to the car. We drive in silence to the cemetery. The flowers we bought for dad pressed tightly to my chest. I help mom walk through the cemetery to the bench that's next to my fathers grave. I sit down next to his grave running my fingers across his grave stone, wishing more than anything the name would change. That he could be here with us. I place the flowers in front of him.
"Hey dad. It's been another year since you've been gone. I don't know if you can tell time where you are. I met these two guys. They are pretty strange but they are also the nicest people to me in this town. Luke is in my English class so I met him there. He helped me this one day after school. I don't know why but I was glad he did. Those guys wouldn't leave me alone. He says He can see the pain in my eyes. The pain from when I lost you. The pain from mom being sick. Ashton is in my art class I met him in the hallway. He laughed at my lame joke. He is very considerate though. He doesn't ask me to tell him everything he waits for me to open up on my own. He makes me feel like someone understands. I think he is the closest thing to a friend I have right now. I am keeping my grades up though it has been hard. I have a hard time fitting in at school. I think it's because I don't try. It's not the same without you .........I just ..........wish you were here with me. I Love you dad" I say placing a kiss to the cold gravestone. I let out a sob as the tears start slipping down my face. I had held them in all morning.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up in time to see my mom lowering herself beside me.
"hey honey" She says to him.
"Works been tough this year. I have had to take a lot of new hours. You see honey....... the cancer has gotten worse. Don't worry though. I will keep fighting. Hazel has for the first time started to be a handful though I guess that's how teenagers are. Oh how I wish you could see how she has grown. I know you would be as proud as me. Her painting has gotten a lot better she is starting to become as good as you.......were. I miss you sweetheart. I miss my best friend. I miss my love. I know that I will join you someday soon. Though I hope for awhile longer at least a few more years here with Hazel. We will be back to see you again soon. Goodbye honey" She says before placing a shaky kiss on his gravestone like I had.
We both sat there for a moment crying and holding each other. We desperately tried to catch our breath before giving dad one more glance and heading back to the car.
"Why didn't you tell me anything about those boys?" She asks me.
"I just thought you would be mad they aren't the kind of people that parents normally want their daughters around" I say looking out the window.
"Hazel you can't judge someone by how they look. Why when your dad and I were young he was what the town considered to be bad news just because he use to ride a motorcycle and were a lot of black but that wasn't the case. Your dad treated me better than any man ever had in my entire life and I was lucky enough to be with him as long as I was and I hope he is waiting for me on the other side. Though I hope to be with you a while longer" She says smiling at her and for the first time all day I smiled back.
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have the parents that I have. Some parents aren't as understanding as others are of people who are different. My parents didn't raise me to be like that. They raised me to love people for who they are.
"How about you invite your new friend Ashton over for dinner tonight" She asks her voice showing more excitement than I have heard in years making it so I can't say no to what she has asked.
"Okay I guess I can ask him" I say as I nervously send him a text asking him if he would like to join us.