Ficlets

i guess alot can happen in four short months.
i miss him, i really do, but i know that i can’t get him back now. he didn’t look anything like he used to; only the fact that it was him kept me at the funeral parlor.
“let’s go see him.” my mother said. she was in tears when she spoke; i’d been seeing this alot latly though.
When we approached the casket, i was ready to run. Throughout the day, i had been hopeing that the nurses had made a mistake, but when we finally saw him up close, all hope had drained out of me. i knew that from then on, he was forever out of my sight, forever lost, forever gone.
Some day i am bound to meet him again, but that day will be far from now, at least i hope so.
“good bye,” i said, a tear rolling down my cheek, “i’ll miss you.”