A Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter 3

"Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they lead to actions. Watch your actions, they create habits. Watch your habits, they become your character. Watch your character, it becomes your destiny." ~Lao Tzu

Chapter 3:

--Saturday, January 11 2014--

Audrey's POV

Its been two weeks since my father passed away and I've been a wreck. Nothing is the same my mom hasn't spoken to me since then, I would reply to any text I get with one letter words or just ignore them, I have 100 missed calls, and 50 texts I have ignored. All I have done is cried; I haven't ate, and barely slept these past days. All I could think about was my dad.

My dad was awesome he was like my best friend. He loved to help people that's why he became an FBI Agent. He was everything I could ask for and my mom too. But my dad, he got paid a lot since he was an FBI Agent for more than 15 years. He gave my mom and I anything we wanted and the last thing I gave him was an engraved Necklace that said 'I love you Dad'.

We live in a big house I don't have a car yet. I had a job and I told my boss that I couldn't come in because my father passed and he fired me.

My mom in the other hand works as a nurse in St. Jude's Hospital. She has been a nurse there for 10 years.

The tears start to stream down my face as I get ready for my dads funeral.

Why?

This is all my fault.

Why couldn't I at least have a proper goodbye?

I miss him so so much.

The last thing I said to him was I'll see you later not even goodbye or I love you.

God I hate myself so much.

The tears continue.

When I'm done getting ready I walk down and look at my mom. She lowers her eyes at the floor when she sees me.

Ouch.

"Mom why do you always do that when you see me?" This is the most I've spoken since my father died.

"You remind me of your dad just memories." She replies and that's the most she has spoken.

"So I'm just a memory now to you because I resemble my father."

She stays quiet.

"You're not the only one hurt mom don't you get it I want you to be by my side but I guess it's to late now. I'm just a disappointing memory that's all."

The tears start rushing down my cheek again and I run out the house and decide to walk to the funeral home even though it's 50°F outside. I need air I feel suffocated; trapped in a moment that I can't fast forward or rewind to the happiness. All there is; is darkness.

At least 30 minutes later I get to my dads funeral and I walk up to the coffin.

I cry. And I just keep continuing to wish he would come back and that this is all just a nightmare.

I place a letter in his suit pocket and his gift in his hands. In that letter I had everything I didn't say to him before he left I was supposed to give it to him on his birthday on December 30th but he was gone.

Letter:

Dear dad,

I love you so much there's no other way of explaining that. You're like the best friend I never had. I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you I've been working to get you what you have always wanted but could never get, a pocket watch. I got the Superman one because you are my superman. I also engraved it to say You will always be my superman.