No, this was so wrong, he does not like lillies. He loves sunflowers. He should not be here, all alone, surrounded by those cold flowers, when he had always longed for the warmth of the 'happy flowers' making him smile.
Deep desperation penetrated...
"Do you think having you in his life might have made a difference?”
Why was she asking that? The reporter held a sympathetic expression that a moment ago had seemed comforting but now suddenly felt intrusive and mocking. Lisa did not understand the question.
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She had been in her father’s life. According to all accounts, she had been his guiding light, the most prized and most valuable jewel in his crown. Rarely had a father ever adored and indulged a child the way her Dad had her. He had a plane named after her. He had showered her with gifts all her life- much to the chagrin of her always disapproving mother. He had flown her to see snow when she had wanted to make a snowman, and then flown her back home. All this love, all this indulgence- and still, her love, her adoration, her worship that was equally returned to him had not been enough. Daddy had needed an escape. Daddy had needed routes to dull the pain. He had been taken over by people who did not have his best interest at heart- people who had killed him in one way or another.
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Why, oh, why had being his daughter not been enough? Why had he not been able to stop himself and turn the tide- this one more time? Why had she not been able to save him from himself?
So, no, not being in his life, obviously had not made a difference.
"Lisa-Marie? I guess what I’m asking is if you think you could have saved Michael.”
Michael?
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