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Jay had her arm wrapped tightly around her mother's waist as the women walked across the grassy path. Aida had one arm hugged to herself and the other hand holding onto her daughter. Jay walked slowly to keep her mother's pace.
The graveyard was silent, almost impenetrable from the noisy city around them. All Jay could hear was the breeze around her and her mother's soft hum. The women came to a stop in front of a familiar gravestone. Jay didn't have to read it, she had it committed to memory. But she did anyway.
Martin Dempsy
loving husband and father
1954-1988
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours."
As her mother knelt down, the best she could, Jay bit her lip and stepped back. She really wasn't good at this part. She hugged herself, feeling cold in the warm summer day. Her father's blurry face played about in her mind. She pushed it away and bent down to Aida's level.
"I'm gonna walk a bit, Mami. Lemme know when you're ready," she whispered. Aida just nodded and so Jay stood up and started to wander.
Memories of her father were hard. They were rare and blurry. She'd only been eight when he died. But some things stuck with her, and it hurt. She walked as she watched the ground. She heard his voice whispering through the wind.
"C'mon, little girl. Dance. No point in bein' alive if ya can't be you."
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The graveyard was silent, almost impenetrable from the noisy city around them. All Jay could hear was the breeze around her and her mother's soft hum. The women came to a stop in front of a familiar gravestone. Jay didn't have to read it, she had it committed to memory. But she did anyway.
Martin Dempsy
loving husband and father
1954-1988
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours."
As her mother knelt down, the best she could, Jay bit her lip and stepped back. She really wasn't good at this part. She hugged herself, feeling cold in the warm summer day. Her father's blurry face played about in her mind. She pushed it away and bent down to Aida's level.
"I'm gonna walk a bit, Mami. Lemme know when you're ready," she whispered. Aida just nodded and so Jay stood up and started to wander.
Memories of her father were hard. They were rare and blurry. She'd only been eight when he died. But some things stuck with her, and it hurt. She walked as she watched the ground. She heard his voice whispering through the wind.
"C'mon, little girl. Dance. No point in bein' alive if ya can't be you."
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