FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
A bitter smile run across my lips as I look down at his name engraved on the stone.
"In loving memories of Henry King Slyvia."
I sat on the grass and put the bouquet of flowers beside my father's grave.
I caress his tombstone.."How are you up there, Dad? Are you watching over me right now? Are you proud of me? Do you think the decisions that I made through the years are good?"
I talk as if he can hear me, as if he's in front of me and listening to every words that I'm saying.
"I'm sorry if it took me a long time before I visit you here. I just a had a lot of things on my late for the past months to the point that I almost forgot visiting you here. But I can assure you, you never left my mind, Dad. You will always be engraved in my heart."
I let the cold wind fondle against my face, bringing with it a breath of serendipity.