Perfect

Graham

**Rosa's mum's POV**

I heard the door shutting behind Rosa as she left for school, this was so unlike her. First she actually woke up early for once in her life and secondly she refused breakfast! Was she sick? Was she missing dad? I thought in my head as I gazed at the photo of Graham Rosa kept on her bedside table. I picked it up and had a look at him. 'You were a great dad...' I whispered as I kissed him on the check. I then burst out into an uncontrollable crying fit. I must of sounded like a real idiot, snorting back my tears and crying on my daughters bed. 'Why you?' I whispered into the purple duvet, but that only made things worse. I remember when we went out shopping especially to get this duvet.

'But mummy, I want the purple one, please!' Rosa whimpered as she gave us the puppy eye treatment 'Those eyes will never get you anywhere young lady!' I advised, then I turned to my husband 'What do you think dad, can Rosa get the cheaper, warmer and better value for money pink duvet?' I said in my best game show accent, I turned to Rosa who was shaking her little head with a grin on her face. 'Or her preferred, soft, more expensive purple duvet?' I finished as I ruffled Rosa's hair 'Please daddy, purpwle! Please! With extra cherries on top!' Rosa giggled as Graham examined both duvets 'Wellll..... I think that little Rosa should get the....' Graham laughed, oh how I miss him, his beautiful laugh, his hazel eyes and his light brown hair. 'PURPLE DUVET!' he exclaimed, we all felt eyes staring at us, but we didn't care. Rosa screamed and giggled as Graham twirled her round. Graham always got Rosa what she wanted, when she wanted it. He always made her happy.

'WHYYYY.........WHY?!' I screamed at the top of my voice. Why did my Graham have to die? He had never done anything wrong....Rosa was only 8 at the time....I didn't know what to tell her...what to do....how were we going to survive without him? I have always blamed myself for what happened to Graham. I then burst into another fit of tears 'I still love you..' I murmur, my voice now soar and hoarse from all the crying I had been doing. I picked up the photo of Graham and I kissed him again. I then knelt down and started to pray....

'Dear God,

What can I do? What shall I do?

We have been so alone and confused since our Graham died, why did you have to take him away from me and Rosa?  

I know I am not a Christian, and I don't pray that much.....

But is Graham safe, next to you? Is he with Mum and Dad....Smiling and laughing, like the days he spent with me....

I miss him so, he would of been 42 now....

I am just so confused, please guide me and Rosa on what to do, and how to cope.

If you love all your people so much, why do they have to die?....'

I pause for one moment to think about what to say next. I clear my throat and begin to speak

' I just want my Graham back....

I know that you can't do that , but I can't help but wonder....

Why did you let my Graham be killed by that horrific car crash....

I still have nightmares about it, but I have to be strong, for Rosa....

Over wise I think I would probably just give up on life.

Thank you for listening, Amen'

Now I got that off my chest I felt so much better. Throughout that prayer, I didn't realise, but I think I was crying because my eyes are now hot and puffy and my cheeks are flushed and raw. I decide to stay inside today, just to relax and think a little, and hopefully I won't look like I have been crying when Rosa gets back. I just hope that she has a good day...