I looked into her eyes, then to her cheeks, then to her lips. Those soft, smooth, inviting
lips. What I wouldn't give to kiss her again. What I wouldn't do to hold her in my arms
again. To make love to her again. To tell her how much I love her. I looked at the smileing
little girl she was holding. Our little girl. How much I would give to hold her again. To have
her run up to me and hug my leg when I came home. To have them both in my life again.
But I couldn't.
I followed her home. She made macaronni and cheese for dinner. Layla's
favorite. I watched the little girl eat. Her mother wasn't hungry, so she didn't eat. After
dinner was Layla's bath, then off to bed. After she tucked her in, she went to bed herself.
I layed in bed next to her. How I wanted to stroke her hair. To take her into my arms and
never let her go. It was so hard not being able to. It was so hard being so close, but not
being able to do anything. She looked at a picture of us on the nightstand. It was our
wedding day. How I wanted to go back to that day. She layed down and cryed herself to
sleep. It was hard seeing her in so much pain, and not being able to do anything about it.
The next morning she woke up before Layla. She went in and took a shower. I went and
watched my dauter sleep. "Daddy loves you, Layla." I whispered, knowing she wouldn't be
able to hear me. I went back in and watched Sorrow get dressed. She was so beautiful. I
wanted to tell her that so bad. "I still love you so much." I told her. She couldn't hear me
though. She picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello Jenny?.....It's Sorrow....think you could
come and get Layla for a few hours?....thank you so much...k....see ya in a few," She hung
up and went in to wake up Layla. She got her ready, just as the doorbell rang.
"Thanks Jenny. I owe you one. She still hasn't eaten." "o.k. Come on Layla, lets go!"
Jenny said, takeing her hand. O.K! bye mommy! I love you!" "Love you to babby girl." Layla
and Jenny left. Sorrow went and grabbed her keys, her mobile, and put on a hoddie. She
walked out the door. I followed. "We goin where I think we are??" I asked. A tear trickled down
her cheek. I wanted so badly to wipe it away but I couldn't.
We fillaly arived at our destination. The cemetary. I
knew exactly which grave she was headid to. She got down on her knees in front of it. She
ran her fingers over the inscription on the stone. "I miss you so much Conner. I still love you.
I wish Layla could understand. It brakes my heart everytime she askes where you are." She
was crying so badly. I set my hand on her shoulder. "You need to let me go Sor, you need
to let me go." With that I turned around and started to walk away, not looking back. Sorrow
took one last look at the grave. "I'll always love you, Conner Willson. Always." It hurt to hear her
say my name, but I kept going, never to return again.
Third person P.O.V.
Sorrow ran her fingers over the inscription on the gravestone one more time, then got up and
walked out of the cemetary, leaving a piece of her heart at that grave. On the gravestone it
Don't cry because im gone,
be happy because I was there.
In loving memory
Conner Roy Willson
Beloved son, husband, father, and friend.
May he always live on in our hearts.