Late in Autumnby
bucketComment by K3Master: In the waning light of that Autumn day, she had wandered out to that spot. The spot where he had brought her so very often, to walk and to play, for a picnic in the sun, or snow-angels on a winter day. She knelt down with hat in hand, and gazed at it for a short time and remembered his laughter, his hugs, his stern reprimand for those times it was needed, the shine of his eyes when he smiled, the bark of his voice when he yelled.
She knelt there with his hat in her hands, and gazed to the sky and wondered what he was doing now. Was he gazing down upon her from somewhere? Was he thinking of her as she thought of him? The sun broke from the clouds just then, and shone upon her hair, and it seemed as if it was like a kiss from the clouds, a smile from the sky. With a tiny tear in her eye, she lifted his hat to the sunlight, and smiled despite that tear, and felt a comfort just then.
She knelt there, holding his hat high, and telling him in her own way that she'd never forget, never.
She got up, and hugged his hat close to her, and began to wander home, and her father would always be with her.
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