The following story was submitted by one of our community members named Brandy. The story features the loss of her father and the remnants of an individual that has long past gone.
After my father passed in 2005 I woke up one morning around four thirty am.
I could hear the news which he always watched and smell his cigarette smoke.
I laid in my bed just listening and I heard his cough and his voice talking to the TV.
I jumped up and ran out to the living room.
I don’t know why maybe expecting or hoping he would be there.
Nothing… All the lights were off, but I could still smell the smoke and every hair on my body began to stand on end. I didn’t feel scared.
I felt sorrow.
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