Weeping Angels
"I love you, Daddy."
“Marie, it’s your turn,” her mother said, pushing her out of her chair.
The fragile girl got out of her seat and made her way up to the podium onstage.
“Hello, everyone,” she looked out into the crowd. “I tried really hard to write some big speech for this, I really did, but I couldn’t. He was my dad. What am I supposed to say? If you really deserve to be here, I shouldn’t have to explain how incredible he was. No words can describe my dad, ever. He was so special and unique, that nothing I say will really capture who he really was. So if you expect me to stand up here and weep and tell you how much he meant to me, go home; I’m not doing it—I shouldn’t have to do it. Thank you.”
Marie stepped down and walked back to her seat, glancing at the coffin to her right.
“I love you, Daddy.”
The fragile girl got out of her seat and made her way up to the podium onstage.
“Hello, everyone,” she looked out into the crowd. “I tried really hard to write some big speech for this, I really did, but I couldn’t. He was my dad. What am I supposed to say? If you really deserve to be here, I shouldn’t have to explain how incredible he was. No words can describe my dad, ever. He was so special and unique, that nothing I say will really capture who he really was. So if you expect me to stand up here and weep and tell you how much he meant to me, go home; I’m not doing it—I shouldn’t have to do it. Thank you.”
Marie stepped down and walked back to her seat, glancing at the coffin to her right.
“I love you, Daddy.”
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I seriously cried while writing this.I don't know what compelled me to write this, but I did, so here you go.
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