We fell deeply in love when we were young. We built a family and watched them grow. We laughed, fought, loved, and cried. As our backs bent and our minds faltered, we sat together. Your camaraderie was more than enough for me. This world of woe spun around, but we hung on until you let go. I don’t blame you, you were meant to fly. I cannot bear to remove everything that reminds me of you, so I must move on in search of peace. You will never be forgotten though. One day, I will meet you at the shore.
This story is dedicated to my father, and is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The inspiring photo this week was provided by Dale Rogerson.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.