Why did you have to leave me father?

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This is a monologue about my father

"Oh Father, why did you have to leave me? I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you up in heaven one day. Just me nd’ you, chilling with Jesus. Mom keeps telling me I talk about you too much. I don’t think so. Wanna know what I think? I think that she doesn’t care that you died! Heck, I think she is happy about it. It makes me sick. You’re the father of her two children. She doesn't even call me Lady Jane anymore. (Sigh) I loved you… I love you…. (Pause) So dad, did I tell you about my boyfriend Jesse? Yeah you would really like him. He is from Wyoming. You know how I always wanted to go there.. Jesse is the sweetest and cutest boy around here. Trust me. I wish that you could meet him. I wish I could see you again. Nathan has nightmares about you sometimes. He will wake up screaming, and he will come into my room and climb into bed with me. I always hold him till he falls back asleep. Even him at only 3 misses you daddy.  (Pauses and looks down at the flowers in her hand) Oh, um I uh brought you some flowers. I know that Aunt Sarah brought you some last week, but I thought you would like these blue ones better. They remind me of when me, you, and Nathan took cousin Kellan, out back of Uncle Joe’s barn to pick some blue flowers just like these. That was so much fun! They also had these kind of flowers at your funeral. I remember going up and smelling them. Then I lay some right next to you. You weren't moving, or smiling like you always do. Your brown hair was combed neatly out of your eyes, and in your hands was a picture of us. Of Me, and you, and Nathan, and Mom. I was crying. Everybody was crying. Everybody kept asking me if I was okay, and I just wanted to shout at them 'Of course I'm not okay! My father is dead!' But i didn't. I just nodded and awaited the hug that followed. I remember that I had been wearing mascara that morning. And everybody kept wiping it away as it ran down my face with the waterfalls of tears. I was crying so much. Mom didn't really cry until we got home that night. (pause, sigh) Remember how we always used to go to the movies together? We used to watch the scariest movie we could find! I used to love scary movies. But remember our favorite movie was the titanic? We used to cry every time Jack died. Those were some really fun times. Back in the good ol' days. (Pause, smile like remembering something) I love you dad. - I love you too- I know you love me too dad. Wait! Did you just talk to me? (Puts hand up to ear) -yes. I missed you and Nathan so much. Please tell him that.- Oh my gosh! Don't worry daddy! I miss you too. I will tell them! (Turns slightly to walk away) Wait a second. Did you say you missed us? With a d at the end? You don't miss us anymore? (Pause) And now your not going to talk to me. Great. Perfect. (Throw hands up in the air) So what? Now you got your own family up in heaven right? You don't care about me anymore. You don't love me anymore. (Cover face with hands, and cry. Emotional pause) Oh crap, I told myself I wouldn’t cry. (Dramatic pause, and a few sniffles. Wipe eyes) I’m done crying now. You always said not to cry. It showed weakness. I am weak. Now I have to go. I don't care if you don't love me any more. I still love you. I love you father.


Submitted: April 04, 2012

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