And finally part 6; Saying goodbye...
Part 6, Early December the 24th:
Scott stood alone before Jacks grave. He had been the only one at church as well. Xavier and Jean had offered to go with him but Jean didnt know that he was going through and he preferred it like that and he couldnt take Xavier`s sympathy right now. A cold wind blew over the cemetery and Scott read the stone he had given Jack;
It wasnt very informative but how do one tell a life that you never knew and dont want to know in a few lines? He now wondered if Jacks change of heart at the edge of life really changed anything at all and came to the conclusion that it didnt. Not for him. He knew that Xavier would have wanted him to forgive him but he just couldnt. The pain was too deep. Standing in the cold alone, he remembered a few happy moments with Jack. Like one time when he had taken Scott with him to town and given him a lollipop. It had been one of the few things he had ever given him. It had been and still was a good memory. For sixteen years Jack had been the only father Scott could remember and his hate had wounded him more than his blows. It wasnt until he met Xavier than he understood that not all fathers were like Jack and that a father would also be forgiven and kind and not just hard and cold. A paranoid part of Scott was sure Jack had died at Christmas just to bring him as much pain as possible and ruin his first Christmas with Jean now that they were finally together. No matter how much he wanted to he couldnt even shed one tear over Jacks dead and empty life but he could fell sorry for his loneliness because he knew that loneliness was about the scariest thing there is. With a last look at Jacks small graveside and a silent farewell to a father who had never been a father at all, Scott left.
" May he wake in torment never to find any kind of comfort in Death. May
his lies satanic that corrupt even now. Bring him back to confront me
again. These are words of hatred. Words of contempt, only one who cared
would say. Only one who suffered at the hands and heart of a father who stole
both his childhood and soul"
The End Maybe *G*
( The last was inspired by Sir Cliff Richard. Anything he would claim as his is his. The rest is mine)
I`ll love feedback and in the spirit of Christmas....Consider giving me some? I`ll love you forever for it *G*
( So Helene; did it fulfill your demands? *G*)
First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me
and by then there was no one left to speak out for me.
- " If you love someone, set them free. They`ll come back if it was meant to be"
- "The outsider, lonely
Who dared to defy
My hurt was unseen...
...I can no longer cry"
From a poem by Helene.
- " To never have loved, is to never have lived"
- A member of PETS ( People for the Ethical Treatment of Scott)