The Fallen

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'Here lies Harrison Arts'
Those words are still like a knife to my heart. It still feels like yesterday he was in my arms. Those days were painful but peaceful in a sense.

As soon as I can taste salt water a hand is placed gently on my back. I turn around seeing my best friend standing there with a umbrella. I go to question why he has it but as I look over his shoulder I see storm clouds forming fast. He hands me a tissue, I go to thank him but the only noise I mustered out was a gasp for air. I blow my nose and wipe the tears from my eyes. I turn around facing the gravestone mouthing some words then kissing it. Sensing a hand beside me offering help I take it standing up. I look down as I finally can muster out three words between sobbs.
"Thank you Dad."
I turn back around to look at my best friend and I swing my arms around him.

After a couple of sobs and lots of thank you's. I feel rain drops on my shoes. I break the hug, seeing the massive wet patch on his shoulder from my tears and turn around to kiss the tombstone again and whisper.
"I love you, dad."
Now with my crying under control and the rain starting to drizzle. I turn around run under the umbrella I shout.
"Bye bye Dad! Wish me luck."

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⏰ Last updated: May 13, 2019 ⏰

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