It was my Fathers wish; that if i should decide upon receiving my degree, not to accept his remaining estate of Point Harbor Vale, that i was to leave it to you. He must have thought very highly of you to leave it to you. As I will be keeping my Mothers Estate, I just can not take on the responsibilities of both my fathers and my mothers estate.. So it is with a heavy heart that i let this go, do as you wish with it.
Jacey May Hought..
Could it be, was that Jacey on the beach, No it couldn't have been. Could she be back here? No. She's with Ryan, probably married by now, living the high life,just as her father always wished she would. He sent her off to Harvard, She always excelled at everything she did.. Valedictorian of our senior class,The prom Queen, Out of your league young man, Words of my father.. Has it been that long, since i have seen her? I put the letter in my shirt pocket. Remembering that beautiful woman I had seen earlier, could she still be there..running up the stairs only to see her gone, filled with disappointment, he stands alone.
Brewing the coffee, i sit back down to finish reading the will's again.. Within My mothers will there in was a private letter addressed to me, A deep breath in, as i know my Mother, she was always doing something crazy, and this I'am sure would be no different..
Jacey My darling Angel, I have convinced your father to leave Point Harbor Vale, to Don, as i know your wishes not to take the weight of both of our estates, I see how he looks at you, as well as you him.. My darling, if it is meant to be there will be no controlling where it will lead, it is with all my heart i wish your dreams to come true. I love you My darling. Love with all my heart Momma.
She must have been dreaming, Don has never looked at me, i do not exist to that man.. Just a few things to finish reading and it's off to the funeral, I dread this moment, how can i not show any emotion.. How can I? I set the Wills down finished dressing for the funeral, "Only the proper, shall you wear for a funeral young lady", ringing through my ears, as if i was five all over again, I still remember Momma Dressing me for Grandpa's funeral, Brushing my hair back pinning it up underneath that dreadful vale, As if i was going to a death wedding. Seeing Grandpa in that casket was horrifying.. Used to have dreams of that day for a long time after.
I heard the car door slam, as i was opening the front door. " Mam, it's time? " Fighting back the tears, The feeling i felt back then of just wanting to lose control, break down and cry, those words yet again " It is not the Hought way to show emotions" I cringed, shivered set down in the car, Then nodded that i was ready.. The car began it's decent down the drive to the funeral home. While we drove i noticed the roads were lined with car's that were attending the funeral..
Mathew parked the car in the front of the funeral home, opened my door and walked me into the parlor. Trying not to show the emotion, i felt a tear roll down my cheek any way.. quickly wiped it away, held my breath, put my head up high, and carried on.
As everyone walked by giving her their last respects, i still had not recognized them, Not a one of them.. As they came to me i had to pretend i knew them, when i had not.. This is getting to be to much. Out of everyone who showed up i had only recognized one person, My Mothers best friend.. She was the one who will give her eulogy, I could not take it any longer... To hell with not showing emotions, i just had to get out of there for a moment.. Politely i excused myself, left the room and stepped out side to the patio.. Trying to hide myself from the others, so that they could not see me weeping, Matthew, saw my face, he had been Our driver since i was young, Used to sneak me candy when my father would instruct him not too, When i reached high school he'd drive me where ever i had asked him to take me never once did he rat me out.. He always knew when i was upset, would sneak me a chocolate mint tap my nose and say " chin up young lady, chin up it will get better" No chocolate mint will help me now, I'm saying good bye to my Mother.. He just tapped my nose and hugged me, "come now Jacey, we must do this".
I turned around looked up then i saw him, Don was standing within the remaining line of people to say their last respects. Carrying on i stood by my mothers casket, As Marian gave my mothers eulogy, i could not take my eyes off of Don, he had not changed since high school, just got more handsome.. Through fighting back tears i now had to fight off the emotions of still being in love with him.. I did not catch a word of what Marian had said was so focused on fighting tears as well as love that i became so weak, I fainted.
Hating funerals, After finding out that Richard left me Point Harbor Vale, it was the least i could do, to give her my last respects.. I Doubt that Jacey would have come back from New York especially if she was married to Ryan.. That is probably why i received the letter.. My goodness how many people showed up for this. I think it's the entire town.. At least those of them who were not here on summer vacation that is.. They were all gone.. Three people left now i can get this over with.. As i approach the women at the end of her casket, i reach out to shake her hand when she collapsed right into my arms, "dear goodness... Oh no this old women is going to die right here in my arms",
instinct to just catch her, as she fell her hair came down from under the veil, that long blonde hair, the curls, they were so familiar, I carefully lifted her black veil to see Jacey, Her cheeks pale, i put my hand upon her cheek, Called her name.. Jacey, Jacey are you all right? Wake up Jacey.. come on now wake up.. Get an ambulance, hurry she is not waking up.. "Here try this!" someone handed me some smelling salts, as Jacey came too i couldn't help but notice how stunning she was when her color came flooding back into her face.. Her Hazel eyes, looked right through to my soul..
"What happened?" You fainted into my arms, are you all right? I need to go.. I apologize everyone i can not do this.. Mathew.. Please take me home..
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