Amelia sat at the graveyard wondering what possessed her to come here. Today of all days to do this. Cradling swollen belly, Amelia stroked it as her daughter kicked against her hand. Putting the flowers down, Amelia looked at the headstone feeling cold.
Roosevelt M. Hawk.
1945-2017.
Beloved father and husband.
Breathing in, Amelia said, “Hey dad…I don’t know how this works, if I’m really talking to you or I’m just being stupid. But I guess I don’t have any other choice, because I need to say it.”
Looking up as the sun shined down on her, Amelia smiled a little feeling warm, “You weren’t perfect dad. You were strict, cold, and sometimes I felt like I was a failure. Like I could do nothing right in your eyes and it killed me every day. And then I just gave up and started to r
