I woke up to the sound of my Dad's heartbreaking howl and I felt tears sting my eyes. I climbed out of bed as more howls and whines filled the air and looked out the window to see Papa's wolf dash into the trees. Today, 17 years ago, mama passed away and every year on this day, Papa went to the cemetery to talk to him. I felt tears roll down my face as the pain filled howls broke through the night sky. Today was going to be a long day for everyone. The moon was slowly beginning to go down with the sun rising in the horizon. No need to go back to bed when I'll have to be up again in a couple hours anyway. Walking over to my desk, I picked up the picture frame that rested there. I was 8 months old when it was taken. Mama and Papa were both smiling down at me as my hand wrapped around Mama's pinky. My siblings were crowding around the bed with Julianna being in Papa's lap. "17 years have come and gone in a blink of an eye and I wish I knew you before you went away. I wish you were here
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