I missed him.
I sat here on Veterans' Day in front of his headstone.
And I missed him.
The wind blew my strawberry blonde hair all over the place. My face stung, I felt numb, and couldn't get myself to cry.
Before I knew it, snow began to fall.
The first snow of the year.
Dad loved snow.
He also loved me and mom.
But he loved this country more.
So much, that he was willing to die for it.
I felt a blanket being wrapped around my shoulders.
"Mind if I join you," Bradley asked.
I shook my head.
"You come here every year," he said as he sat next to me.
I moved the blanket so he could have it wrapped around him to.
I remembered that Bradley had been my best friend when it happened.
When my dad died.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and began to cry.
Later, I wrote.
Dad,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral (in spirit at least)? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I know I said I would be strong. I know that before you left I promised you that I would be strong and take care of Mom. But I can't. I just can't do it anymore, Dad. All I feel is sadness or frustration or anger or nothing. I hate that you're not here. I hate that you're not here to make me laugh, to take care of me. I want to see you again. Natalie believes in an afterlife. She thinks I can see you again. I hope I will. I love you, Dad. I miss you so much.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
