george harrison imagines

charlie's tree

hello everyone just a little forewarning, this story is going to be sad sad! so just bare with me and hope you all enjoy!!~ julia ❤️
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she was our daughter. our innocent three year old daughter, who not only enjoyed spending time with her father and mother, but also enjoyed playing dolls. she was the bundle of george and my life, our miracle baby after many attempts at me getting pregnant failed, she was our charlie poppy harrison. our little girl, and that's why this next story is so painful for me to relive. i know charlie wouldn't want me to be sad, and for that reason alone i always speak about my baby.

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it was the morning of july 29, 1975 when george was barbecuing some ribs. i had been watching charlie play with her little baby doll and red firetruck. i kept my gaze on my daughter, occasionally looking up to remind her to stay close. she waddled after her firetruck while i read my magazine.

she was still in close proximity to me while i made sporadic glances at my daughter. george turned over his shoulder, glancing at me,

"you watching the baby?" he asked, wiping his brow.

"yes." i replied glancing up from my magazine to be met with my husband.

"then where is she?" he asked, turning around to face me and our little girl.

"she's right here hon. charlotte, honey, wave hi at daddy." i giggled, looking at the carbon copy of me as she waved at george giggling.

he waved back with a grin, "hi my little princess."

i smiled at the scene taking a picture before i glanced at george, "babe look at the weeping willow we planted! it's growing so much. look charlie that's the tree mommy and daddy dedicate to you." i gleamed watching our daughter clap and babble.

"babe, can you go grab something from the kitchen please?" george asked, lathering the ribs with barbecue sauce.

"sure hon, what do you need?" i responded putting my magazine down.

"a tray with tin foil." he replied while i nodded walking off to the kitchen.

a few blocks away a 19 year old girl was driving to her parents home. she was a very arrogant driver. she often thought that speeding wouldn't and couldn't kill anyone, driving drunk was fun because she never got into any accidents. her name was tania givens, and she was the one who took my charlotte from me.

as i was getting george's tin foil and tray, he had walked into the kitchen to grab some extra stuff. it took me about a split second before i realized he was with me, "you left the baby out there all by herself!" i shouted.

"she'll be fine jules. it's just for a split second." he replied, grabbing handfuls of extra ingredients.

"GEORGE! SHE'S THREE!" i screamed as of course, this elicited an argument.

little charlie was playing after her red firetruck that had somehow rolled into the middle of the street. with her two little legs, she giggled as she went after it. george and i were too busy continuing to argue, we failed to pay attention to the speeding car that was approaching.

"jesus! you can't do anything rig-!" i began before i heard a loud thud and a blood curdling scream. i jumped at the sound, before realizing that charlie was still out there. my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach before i ran outside, screaming when i saw my little girls blood covered white shoes laying in the middle of the street.

george also ran outside the house, screaming when he saw her lifeless body slumped over on the curb. i burst into tears as the young driver hopped out of her car, "i'm so sorry. i-i-i didn't see her! i swear!" she panicked.

anger filled my senses as i shot daggers at her, "just what were you doing that was so important instead of paying attention to the road?!" I shouted as she burst into tears,

"ma'am, i am so sorry. my name is tania givens, i'm a 19 year old african american girl. i go to east liverpool high school." she rambled on while all i could think about was bashing her brains in.

i inhaled sharply before snapping, "ENOUGH! you took my fucking child from me and all you can say is i'm sorry?" I scoffed, walking away towards george.

"forgive my wife, we're just in shock." george rubbed his temple.

"i get it." tania muttered, "the police will be here soon." she offered, hoping that would ease the situation.

"thanks." george mumbled.

soon the police came, took the accident report, and cleaned up the scene.

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3 years later
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july 29, 1978

george and my marriage hadn't been the same since charlotte had died. we were unhappier, sneaking around, lying and cheating on one another. i had tried to seek counseling, but that wasn't something he was interested in.

i had this weeping willow george and i were growing three years prior to my daughter's untimely death. we actually decided to name it after my daughter and every year on the anniversary of her death, i would walk out to that tree and talk to it like it was my daughter.

and today i was set to do that. so, after my breakfast, i got changed and walked to that tree in my front yard. i sat underneath it while i whispered to it softly.

"look how big you're getting charlie! you're extremely healthy." i chuckled rubbing her bark. i looked up and down at the tree who gave me so much life, even though i lost it.

"charlie, i really miss you. i miss you so much baby girl. i wish daddy and i could've seen you grow up, but it's alright my dear, you're with God now." i teared up placing a kiss to the trunk.

i pulled away and blushed before running my hands through her wilted leaves. i smiled before pulling away, "goodbye for now charlie's tree. until next time, mommy loves you." and with that i gathered my courage, placed roses down and walked off.