Love in a Photograph
Letter
Harry's POV:
My tears are stained on this page that I have just finished reading. My hands shake, my eyes still spilling tears. Of course he would have to be dead to say nice things to me.
It's the middle of the night (or morning now) I left my safe place wrapped around Hayley and I have come here to this park bench, she can't see me like this, I won't let her see me like this broken and weak. I know she wants to help me but truth is she can't, no one can. I feel like all this weight has been lifted off my shoulders, now that they are gone horrible right. They were never the best parents but they were still my parents. I told Hayley that I am happy that they are gone, but am I really capable of being happy about their deaths. I decide to look over the letter, the only thing I have left are these words, I just wished they told me these things when they were both alive.
Dear Harry
It is no easy task to be an ordinary parent to an extraordinary, talented, good hearted child, and I failed that task and because of my prejudices I have failed me.
Okay I fucked up again.
I tend to do that a lot mostly toward those few who mean most to me.
I know we can't go back believe me if we could, I would I never meant for this to happen, any of it. The way I have treated your mother, they way I have never been any means any kind of father figure to you. I know we, us can't go back but I just want you to know how sorry I am for any upset, disappointment I've caused. I miss you and love you so much.
To say I am proud of you is a massive understatement. I know I have never demonstrated how to be a father, but I know deep down you will be the father I wish I was to you in your bright, successful future that is awaiting you.
Please know and remember how sorry I am, and I hope that heaven the place where second chances are offered, are willing enough to offer me a second chance.
My father, the man of not many words and leaving me with his final words. I just actually believe that he and mum are both gone. Now suddenly it all hits me, they are actually gone, I will never ever see them again. All this now sinking in, but at the same time I hate the kind of guy my father was, his behaviour towards me towards my mum . I never had the chance to tell him what he was doing was beyond wrong. But now after reading this maybe he did know, but it's too late for him to fix things with me and I have to live with how I remember him treating me. But I need to move on, mean the words I have just read. I wish him nothing but the best and pray for his peace. I always hated his behaviour but could never hate him.
I put the paper back in the envelope and the envelope in my coat pocket. I rub my eyes, stand up and start to walk home, where I know where my girl, my angel , my futures is.
My tears are stained on this page that I have just finished reading. My hands shake, my eyes still spilling tears. Of course he would have to be dead to say nice things to me.
It's the middle of the night (or morning now) I left my safe place wrapped around Hayley and I have come here to this park bench, she can't see me like this, I won't let her see me like this broken and weak. I know she wants to help me but truth is she can't, no one can. I feel like all this weight has been lifted off my shoulders, now that they are gone horrible right. They were never the best parents but they were still my parents. I told Hayley that I am happy that they are gone, but am I really capable of being happy about their deaths. I decide to look over the letter, the only thing I have left are these words, I just wished they told me these things when they were both alive.
Dear Harry
It is no easy task to be an ordinary parent to an extraordinary, talented, good hearted child, and I failed that task and because of my prejudices I have failed me.
Okay I fucked up again.
I tend to do that a lot mostly toward those few who mean most to me.
I know we can't go back believe me if we could, I would I never meant for this to happen, any of it. The way I have treated your mother, they way I have never been any means any kind of father figure to you. I know we, us can't go back but I just want you to know how sorry I am for any upset, disappointment I've caused. I miss you and love you so much.
To say I am proud of you is a massive understatement. I know I have never demonstrated how to be a father, but I know deep down you will be the father I wish I was to you in your bright, successful future that is awaiting you.
Please know and remember how sorry I am, and I hope that heaven the place where second chances are offered, are willing enough to offer me a second chance.
My father, the man of not many words and leaving me with his final words. I just actually believe that he and mum are both gone. Now suddenly it all hits me, they are actually gone, I will never ever see them again. All this now sinking in, but at the same time I hate the kind of guy my father was, his behaviour towards me towards my mum . I never had the chance to tell him what he was doing was beyond wrong. But now after reading this maybe he did know, but it's too late for him to fix things with me and I have to live with how I remember him treating me. But I need to move on, mean the words I have just read. I wish him nothing but the best and pray for his peace. I always hated his behaviour but could never hate him.
I put the paper back in the envelope and the envelope in my coat pocket. I rub my eyes, stand up and start to walk home, where I know where my girl, my angel , my futures is.
great story! Keep writing!
2/20/16