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It had been some time since Jack had
seen the old man. College, girls, career,
and life itself got in the way. In fact,
Jack moved clear across the country in
pursuit of his dreams. There, in the
rush of his busy life, Jack had little
time to think about the past and often
no time to spend with his wife and son.
He was working on his future, and
nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him,
"Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral
is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind
like an old newsreel as he sat quietly
remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's
been so long since I thought of him. I'm
sorry, but I honestly thought he died
years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I
saw him he'd ask how you were doing.
He'd reminisce about the many days
you spent over 'his side of the fence'
as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in,"
Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father
died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your
life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me
carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in
this business if it weren't for him. He
spent a lot of time teaching me things
he thought were important... Mom, I'll
be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word.
Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was
small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his
relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return
home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more
time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused
for a moment. It was like crossing over
into another dimension, a leap through
space and time.
The house was exactly as he
remembered. Every step held
memories. Every picture, every piece of
furniture... Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The...
3 Comments:
I love de story
24.11.2012 05:56 EST,
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08.11.2012 08:26 EST,
This same based on the real life... When we old so that time we will remembered our childhood time... And death is the second truth of life... http://shinestarz.peperonity.net/
06.11.2012 20:41 EST,


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