The small child walked slowly along the cold pavement. The wind shoved her back as her long brunette hair danced along behind her. Alone she walked silently remembering why she was here. She clutched her hands into angry fists and continued on her way. Behind her the whispers of other women and men echoed quietly.
"Yes, she was there...the poor child."
"It's a shame, he was such a great man."
"He flew right through the windshield, can you believe it?"
Icy tears stung the girl's eyes as she entered the cemetery. Neatly arranged chairs were filed in front of a coffin. She stared down at the earth determined not to cry as she passed her mother and younger brother, Richard.
Taking her seat, she smoothed out her black dress. The girl shifted her gaze to the coffin. Inside lay her father. The one man she loved unconditionally and had always been there for her. The night of the accident is one the young girl will never forget and will haunt her for maybe the rest of her life.
As the funeral progressed, quiet sobs could be heard. Tear stained eyes glanced at the child full of remorse and sympathy. The funeral came to an end quickly and as people left, the girl moved from her seat to place a single white rose upon the casket. She kissed the picture of her father placed on a table beside the casket and turned to see her brother watching her, tears sliding down his face.
Not saying a word, she intertwined her hand in his. He stared up at her smiling faintly. She could see their father smiling up from them; the same light in his eyes every time he saw them. They began to walk down the paved walkway holding each other close, afraid to lose yet again.
Author notes
~Yes, I know an odd way to end it, but I don't honestly think I can write anymore of it. It's much too hard.
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This was amazing! I usually don't like shot stories but this was awsome, wonderful job!
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No, no, no. That was a great way to end it. That's what happens when someone passes makes you want to hold everyone you have just that much closer to you. I am agreeing with Queen, I was able to see it all painted out in front of me, which made it that much harder to read through it. Its very touching.
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This is an amazing story, i had the whole scene pictured in my minds eye. You are a gifted writer. I wish you only the best.
Queen
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lol Yeah it does just seem to release you when you just write what you feel. Thanks for the comment, but remember if YOU ever need me I'll be here
Talk to you later honey. And next time you are on AP and I am also; I need to ask you something. Love,
Katrina (aka Kamilah to those on AP) 
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*hugs* Katrina....you know if you ever need anything i'm here, ok? I can imagine it's hard to write about this... but you're so amazing with words I can feel it all... but yeah you don't need to if it hurts you there's no sense in it... I guess sometimes it just helps to get it out, huh? Take care alright... Luv ya
~Amy
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oh, this was definitely heartfelt for me. I have tears in my eyes. You are an awesome writer and I'm sorry to hear about your father. I know it has to be hard. Keep your head up.
~Chrissy~
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