My parents had died in a car crash last month. We had just come straight from the graveyard back to our house for the service. My sister and I decided to talk to some people – my friends, cousins, my nana and my grandad and some of my mom and dads old friends.
There was food but I just couldn’t eat so I decided to go upstairs to my parent’s room. Silently, I crept up the stairs into their room. It felt weird going into their room without them being there. I saw a note on their bed.
I picked it up and read with a mixture of surprise and horror…
I agree with Avril – you’ve written a story full of emotion this week. I too would love to know what was in that letter.
Good work – Well done Gary.
What a very very sad story. I’m not surprised you couldn’t eat. Grief can make us lose our appetite. I wish there was a second part to this story. I’m really intrigued to know what was in the note….