Found Again (A Slightly Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

               When he died, their father had two requests. See the world. Share the world. The night was there and gone as his life was also, and forever his families' lives were changed. The preparations were made. The plans death now gave them to take responsibility of were set in motion and a journey was taken. Tears upon tears were seen, condolences were expressed, heavy weight was carried: grief. How they would continue was discussed as the final closures were dealt with; then the last big thing before it was done: to put in order a lifetime of memories and adventures. This would be the toughest travel they'd take.

                   Days passed and stories were shared. Their father was laid to rest in a family plot at a cemetery near their childhood home and the kids sat together in the house, preparing for what lie ahead. There were no tickets to buy, no plane to board, no bags to pack but their father's. "See the world. Share the world." echoed in their minds on the way to going through his personal belongings. "How would they do that?", they all thought aloud and discussed.

                    Box after box, picture after picture, and the stories were shared one by one as grief was processed. Different unusual adventures had, many faces that came into view as the children laid to rest the last moments of the last living parent they had (their mom had passed three years before); then came the big surprise of a new face of a woman. "Who was this? Why was her picture saved, and saved with a bullet point list of to-dos for her?", questioned the kids. Looking over the information collected they found her name and address saved. A widowed neighbor lady who made an impact on their dad. A note attached read, "Show her the world.".


                     They went to Hope's house and learned of her story. She told of her husband and how he promised to show her the world through travel, how he died before he could do that, and how she shared this with their dad. When she asked about why they wondered, they revealed the note they found in going through his items. Hope started to cry both for the kindness that was planned and the plans that never worked out for the second time. Here the kids planned with her to fulfill this wish of their fathers. Hope refused at first until they shared how they planned to take the trips with her.

                      Fast forward a month and the remaining three kids boarded a plane....with Hope. Pictures were taken, laughs were heard, and life became beautiful again as hope was found again.

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