• People dressed in black surround a grave sight as the rain from the clouds above come pouring down. Black umbrella’s seemed to cover the area. Mourning the dead the tears rolled off of some cheeks like the raindrops dripping off the flowers that lay on the tomb stone. Some people had left the area; others continue to cry in sorrow. A young woman appears on the grounds, she stands far away from the funeral that was going on, but she pays her respect by praying at a distance. The rain still falls down around the few people that remained. The young woman is not protected against the weather but she still stands there and insists on staying. People began to pass her by some offer there umbrella others just shake their heads. Eventually the grounds were dead no one was around, no one but that woman. She calmly walks up to the grave stone were laid a man who was once alive, she knew him quit well. She could hear him talking to her softly into her ear. A tear rolled down her cheek as the clouds above parted and the sun came out. She laid down a single red rose that signifies love. As soon as she set it down she parted ways and went to her home in the city.

    The next morning came quickly the young woman awoke from her slumber and began to get dressed for the day ahead. She had promised a friend of hers to help clean out the house of the man she once knew. She was dreading it, she was very close to him and she just wasn’t looking forward to doing this job. But since her friend after all needed help she openly volunteered because others wouldn’t. She quickly put on her shoes and slowly headed out the door.

    As she drove down the road she kept thinking of the man who had died. She missed him; he was a very close dear friend of hers. She looked back at how things once were she could still remember it. And soon enough, she started to daydream and remember his soft voice. She remembered how they used to go out at times, they would hang out at the mall or the part together. She could hear his voice, hear him singing to the songs that came on the radio as they drove down the road at times together. He would laugh and joke with her he was a wonderful man. And almost in an instant she was looking back at what it was like, almost imagining it happening at this very moment.

    “Jessica, were are we headed today?” A soft voice from a man seating in the passenger seat said. It was sunny and bright outside, springtime was defiantly among them. Jessica the young woman who was driving down the road turned to the man and said, “I’m not sure actually, were would you like to go today? Its such a wonderful day outside.” She spoke softly back at the man sitting next to her in the car as they drove threw the neighborhood. The man looked outside very peaceful he seemed so calm and happy. He spoke softly, “Lets go to the part today Jess, its so nice out, and I know you like the park.” He said as he smiled and continued to look outside the window, he was watching the young children running along the side walk with there dog.

    The young woman who was driving snapped out of the daydream when she heard a honking noise coming from behind her. The light was green and she sped of quickly, shaking her head. “I really need to stop doing that, or I’ll get into a wreck on of these day’s.” She said to herself continuing to shake her head. Soon enough she was at the home, she could remember seeing him running towards her car excitedly. She could hear his voice calling out to her. “Jessica!” He used to say to her as he would once run up to the car door.

    Jessica stepped out of the door from her car and slammed it shut. Instead of the man running up to her car, a woman walked down the pathway with a box of things from inside the house. It was her friend she was hard at work emptying and going threw some things that the man had left behind. “Oh hey Jess.” The woman spoke happy to see that her friend was there. “I’m just going threw some old photo albums and stuff, I was about to actually head into the attic. I think we should get that done first, we should start from the attic on down.” She said breathing a sigh; she seemed to have been at it for a few hours now. “Yea your right, we should go ahead and head up the attic and get that taken care of first.” Jessica said calmly to her friend as she walked up the walkway to the house. It felt so odd to her walking up to the house knowing he wasn’t there anymore.

    As they walked threw the home towards the attic upstairs, Jessica took in the sights of the once bright home. Without him there anymore it just seemed too dead and dark. He was the light that made this house so brightly lit. Boxes were everywhere both empty and full of things he had left behind. Soon enough they were up in the attic, it was dusty and dark. Jessica went to one side and her friend to another. They were to both being expected to be there for some time, going threw all the items and trunks and boxes up there. Jessica went to sit down in an old chair; she was trying to enjoy herself because half of the stuff up there was old, things that his mother had left there when she was alive. She opened up what seemed to be the only trunk that wasn’t covered in dust. “Now that’s odd, you’d think this would be filled with cobwebs and dust.” She opened the trunk to find a lot of papers and envelopes. They did not have a return address or as a matter of fact any address or stamps on them. Some were filled with letters others were empty. Then there were the stacks of paper that were filled with writings. “Oh these must be the writings that he was working on while he was alive.” She said to herself seemingly interested. They were all dated so she decided to start to read them. She yelled over at her friend that was going threw boxes herself and said, “Hey I think I may be here a while or at least I may take this home with me, I think I found some of his writings!” She yelled out excitedly. “Day one.” She whispered to herself as she picked up the first paper and started to read it to herself.