My Story

My Story:

I was young. Playful, always outside. I loved my kite, always outside with it, I wished to fly up there in the sky. I pretended to fly, by imagining I was an eagle, and flying with my kite.

When I grew older, my kite spent more and more time in my garage. One day I pulled it out, just to have a day in the park. There, at the park I met, her. I fell in love. Within the month I asked her to marry me. Of course she said yes. We planted a seed near our tree, so it could grow during our life together.

We grew old together, had two beautiful children, they're grown now, away with thier own famalies. One day, I woke up, in the middle of the night. She was holding my hand in her sleep. I visit her spot everyday. She wanted to be laid to rest under the tree where we first met, where I first flew my kite. The little sapling bowed while I was there, I believed that she was the tree, and that she was watching over me.

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Dad wanted to be buried next to Mom, under the tree where we used to picnic when we were younger. Their tree had fallen over during a thunderstorm a few springs ago.  My child was flying his kite last time we visited, before we left she tied it to the tree they planted on thier wedding day. Maybe someday she'll plant another tree on her wedding day. It's what my parents may have wanted.