MJ Fantasy- For The Love Of A Daughter

15 Years Old

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality. – Emily Dickinson

 

The rain was pouring heavily over the barren ground, soaking the grass and all who walks on it. Today was a bad weather day as the clouds roll together to create a never ending black abyss in the sky. Normal people wouldnt want to be out of their warm, cozy houses just to stand in the bone- chilling air as water pelts them from all around.

See that’s the thing, the two figures standing in the middle of a vacant cemetery aren’t exactly what you’d call normal. The houses surrounding the cemetery would call them crazy, but right now the cold didn’t seem to be bothering them. They clutched to each other for the comfort and warmth their bodies’ lack as they stand underneath two thick and sturdy umbrella.

It took them a while to get them and they weren’t leaving any time soon. The reason it took them forever: everyone around them kept trying to convince them not to go. But they were stubborn and had left after being lectured.  They bundled up under thick layers of coats and mittens, but right now the clothes were suffocating them. They couldn’t breathe, they were too busy crying into each other’s shoulder. They had made an attempt to speak to the tombstone standing in front of them, but unfortunately they’re emotions got the best of them and they erupted in tears before they could get a word out.

They were used to being sad, use to feeling pain, but that day brought on more pain than any other year. They didn’t know why, but they did know that they couldn’t have stayed home if they tried. Both wanted to see him, visit him and talk to him… even if he couldn’t respond back. One of the two figures felt it was her responsibility to speak to her father, inform him on all he’s missed. But if only she could get the damn words out!

And the names of these two figures? Peggy and Sarah Jackson.

Peggy pulled away from her mother have many long minutes of crying. She didn’t know how long they had been standing there, but the cold was starting to bother her. She didn’t want to leave yet, but when Sarah started to realize how cold it was getting for them, she’d want them to leave. But before leaving, Peggy needed to speak with him. She couldn’t just come here without saying something and without giving him her rose. Her eleven red roses signifying love, beauty, courage and respect. Also telling the person she’s giving it to, “I love you”. And there was no one Peggy loved more in the world then her father and mother.

Peggy turned away fromSarah and looked at Michael’s tombstone. Her bottom lip wobbled as she read what was engraved on his stone; Michael Joseph Jackson. Beloved Husband, Father, Brother, and Friend. August 29th, 1958– September 11th, 2001.

Peggy didn’t even noticed when her mother begin to slowly move away from her, to give her privacy as she always does. Peggy wiped a lone tear cascading down her cheek and took a deep breath.

“It’s been 10 years daddy.”

“And baby, you’re all that I want,

“I started high school.” The strain in her voice is evident as she wills herself not to burst out again. She needed to speak to him and she couldn’t if she was crying too hard.

When you’re lyin’ here in my arms.

“I made the honor roll,” she sobbed. “I hope you’re proud of me.”

Finding it hard to believe… we’re in heaven.

“I’m also on the soccer team,” Peggy kneeled down in front of her father.

And love it all that I need,

“Can’t you see me out on the field?”

And I found it there in your heart,