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Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 09

Date: 10/18/2015, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

lost in thought for a good 30 seconds, but eventually nodded her head and focused her eyes upon me. "I remember when I was little - maybe five, six years old - my mom and dad would take me and all three of my sisters to the big park near Harrison, Miami Whitewater Forest, nearly every week in the summertime to hang out and pick blackberries. Dad LOVED blackberry pie, and Mom fixed the best in the world." "I remember Miami Whitewater Forest all too well," I told her, having spent the early portion of my life in and around the Cincinnati area just like her. "A beautiful park." "Dad would pay each of us - me and my sisters - for however many blackberries we picked," Lindsay grinned. "Being so very young and little, I remember that a quarter was a big deal to us back then. We could get a lot of candy from the gum-ball machine with a quarter! I remember it was always so hot and muggy, the weather, but I always looked forward to those trips to the park. We would spend the entire day there almost." "As time went on, those trips each year became less and less," Lindsay explained. "I think Mom did not like going to the park and having to pick berries each week, so I guess eventually she would just buy them at the grocery store instead. My sisters were kind of neutral on the park, but I never grew tired of it. Neither did Dad. Eventually, Dad and I went to the park by ourselves almost every Sunday after church when the weather was nice and stay there for several hours. That kept ... happening until he died." "I remember Christmas Day, 2012. Dad had been dead for what, seven weeks? It was a pretty miserable Christmas at our house, and no one had a good time. We were all still reeling from the fact that he was gone. I needed to get out for awhile. I really, really did." "I hopped into my car and drove to - of all places - the park. I remember it being cold and blustery that day, and windy, but I did not care. The park was closed, but I did not care about that, either. I parked my car alongside the road and started walking around, remembering all the times I was there in the past with Dad, and how much fun we had." "Then I looked off into the distance, and I saw the two big trees on the edge of the forest that was Dad's landmark for our blackberry-picking patch. It had been years since I had even remembered picking blackberries there as a kid. Between those two trees was an old, abandoned gravel road that was roped off, and it went about a mile or so up a steep hill until you got to the top, where there was this big, beautiful field, and a water tower. I decided that I was going to hop the rope, and go up the hill." Lindsay forged a smile as she kept going, "I remember walking up it. It seemed a lot longer than what I remembered from when I was little. But I thought back to all those times when our entire family was there, and together. I began to get really emotional, and cry. Then, all of a sudden, I started talking to my dad. Out loud. I was glancing up at the ...