His Father's Grave

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A man who learns a sad and painful lesson.

Submitted: May 08, 2018

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Submitted: May 08, 2018



Billy forgot to go to his father’s funeral. He was so preoccupied with his newly growing business that everything else was less important to him.

“I have lots of work, Mom,” he said over the phone. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t remember.”

“He was your father,” Billy’s mother reminded him.

“I know, I know. How was the funeral?”

“Lots of people came. So many of his old friends and neighbours. And they all asked where you were.”

“And what did you tell them?”

“I said your grief was so immense that you couldn’t face the funeral. I only wish I had been telling the truth.”

“Good,” Billy sighed in relief. “It would have hurt my job if people knew what really happened.”

“Take care, Billy.”

They hung up because Billy needed to hurry. He was meeting his boss, Mr Wood, who was the one that got him to the position where he was.

“This career is so important to me, Mr Wood,” Billy bowed to his boss when he entered his office. “Thank you so much. I always wanted to do this and thanks to you I reached my dreams.”

“You must never forget people who get you places,” Mr Wood replied.

“Absolutely, Mr Wood. That’s why I’m thanking you so much.”

“I heard about your father, Mr Billy. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that.”

“I heard you weren’t at his funeral. What happened?”

“Oh,” Billy scratched his head. “My grief was so immense that I couldn’t face it.”

“That is very nice to hear,” Mr Wood nodded approvingly. “Your father was a great man.”

Billy looked at his boss, puzzled.

“What do you know about my father?”

“He always knew what career you wanted. So he was incredibly dedicated to helping you. He sent a thousand, maybe two thousand letters all over the world, promoting you. He told everyone he could, how dedicated you were and how much you were willing to work hard. He even went on foot and knocked on doors to tell people about you.

When I received his letter, it truly touched me. I decided to give you a chance. So yes, Billy. You must never forget people who get you places. I am glad you respect your father and that your grief is immense. It is only right.”

Billy swallowed hard, and tears gathered in his eyes.

“Excuse me,” he murmured and left his boss’s office.

 When he was out on the street, he ran. He ran out of the centre, straight to the graveyard where his Dad was buried. When he found the grave, he dropped to his knees and cried uncontrollably. He cried all day, and he didn’t move from the spot.

“I’m sorry, father,” he sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

An old woman who cleaned the gravestones limped towards him.

“Don’t cry over spilt milk, young man. Respect your mother while she’s still alive. Only a loving mother would lie the way she did to protect a twit like you.”


The End


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