He stooped between the two marble headstones. A bunch of daisies clutched in his hand and his head bowed down in silent grief as he whispered. His girls had loved daisies.
The gentle breeze from the willow trees whispered in the wind and sometimes he deciphered a whistle in the floating air that sounded like a name blowing in the wind.
His heart yearned with deep longing and his eyes watered at the thoughts in his heart. He missed them with ferocious pangs.
His frame had grown more rangy over the past three years and his life was a shadow of itself since his beautiful wife, the love of his life and their girl Rose died.
A drunk guy ran the red light and plowed into them, killing three people at the spot…Melanie, Rose and their unborn son.
He still cursed the guy in his mind and most times he railed at God for taking his family and wondered why the sorry fool had lived.
The say that time heals, but sometimes the desperate longing in Devon gnaws deep into his bones.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt Longing
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
Such a sad piece, but so well done. Unimaginable pain. 💔
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It must be really hard. Thank you Van 🙂
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I agree 😦
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Sad to see young ones leave before you and two of them on top of that. Can’t imagine it.
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Better left to the imagination. Such pain…
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Agree with you. Nicely written.
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Thank you.
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tears…
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I know. Sad
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Sounds like there might be more coming?
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You like it? I thought it was too sad.
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I was thinking he might meet someone who could help him forgive and be able to move on — always looking for the happy ending, I guess!
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You are thinking in my line of thoughts 🙂
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Ve y well done.
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Thanks my lady 🙂
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I hope I am correct, but I think when you go to your profile where you have your gravatar, you click on it and scroll down till where it says add your link towards the bottom.
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Ok I did that. Thanks. We’ll see what happens.
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Ok. I hope it will.
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Painful but amazingly written!
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Thank you Jamila.
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Your Welcome 🙂
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So emotional but so well written. Great Post. KL ❤
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Thank you very much KL 🙂
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Sad. I commiserate with him.
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This is so sad, yet so beautifully written. You do have a marvelous way with words.
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Thank you very much Toby 🙂
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Healing can come so slowly, and seldom without scars.
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Always leaves scars behind, even though they may be thin.
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Very sad, this morning I read about two year old twin boys who both drowned in a garden pond, what a dreadful loss to lose both children at once 😦
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