The Father

The End

Hey, sorry for not updating, i just wanna end this story off here because why the hell not, i have other things that i plan to do and i want to get this over with without abandoning this all together. I hope you enjoyed the story!

2012

"Hey! Wait up!"

Sometimes, my son could be a little rascal. Was there something wrong with just paying respects?! I have tried to put it into his brain, but he's only 2, so I guess I can't blame him.

I walked over to the headstone silently, my ponytail whisking back and forth. Father would have loved to see the quiet life that I have, or at least that's what he'd think. I sighed, even though I had seen the headstone thousands of times, this was different. My son had never seen it before. I debated on taking him to see his grandpa for a while, but I thought it would be too sad for him. I eventually got over this.

"Mommy!"

Suddenly, my son stopped running around the field and came over to me, he looked so cute in his little green puffy jacket. And of course I had to mention his Metallica beanie

"Mommy, who's that?" he asked

"This is your papa, he would have loved to meet you." I replied

He stared at the headstone. He tried to say the words in it out loud, but even he knows he can't really read. So it just sounded like a jumbled mess.

"Hi papa" he said with a smile. "You seem nice, I wanna see you"

"Sweetheart, papas not here anymore" I sighed.

"Then where is he?" He responded

"I'll tell you when your old enough"

I then stared at the headstone, with tears on the brink of my eyes.

"I miss you Cliff" I cried.

This went on for a long time, with my son caressing my hair, he wasn't so used to seeing mommy cry. But suddenly

"Hey buddy!"

Erik, we have to get going, I pick up my son and tell him to say something to his papa

"Bye papa! I will see you soon."

I smiled

"Cliff, let's get going"

I looked at him

"I love you Cliff"

I love you mommy"

We left, fulfilled that Cliff was watching somewhere, caring for his grandchild above.