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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

sky - to the high Heavens - but I was talking to Dad like he was right next to me." "What did you say to him?" I asked, massaging her neck with a gentle hand. She shrugged her shoulders and responded, "I don't quite remember everything, honestly. I told him I loved him, I missed him. I asked him if he remembered our family hiking up this long path 12, 13 years earlier. I told him, even though I never got to say it while he was alive, how much I looked forward to coming here to the park with him each and every week as I got older and grew up. He would let me feed the ducks, we would go on hikes, bike rides, have picnics... rent a paddle boat and go out on the lake for hours on end." "I told Dad that I was going up this hill for him, and him only. When I got to the top, I actually laid down in a patch of snow and cried for at least a half-hour. I just kept talking to him. I would not stop. I even remember yelling at him because he refused to take his medicine, and that was a major contributing factor to his heart attack." "All of a sudden, that hill - where I have never seen anyone else in all the times I've been there - was OUR hill. It belonged to me and my dad. I'm not quite sure how many people even know it exists, because it is in such an off-beat area of the park. I promised my dad that day that whenever I went to the park in the future, I was going to hike up that hill just for him. I stayed there for until it got so cold that I had to walk back down and get into the ... warmth of my car." "How many times have you been back to it?" "Several times," she nodded. "The last time, I actually went with Trish when we visited there in July 2013. I told her the story. Trish and I spent the whole day picking blackberries, then we took them home to Mom for dinner." I smiled at her. "There is no doubt in my mind, honey, that your father is so proud of you right now. I like to kid around with you, be foolish and frisky with you, but you are such an outstanding young woman... a truly wonderful human being. You're everything anyone could ever ask for." "My dad is proud of me, and he is also happy with the life I have now," she chirped. "He told me so!" "Oh? How is that?" "Whenever I talk to my dad - especially like, say, if I go visit his grave site back in Ohio - I get into discussions with him," she mused. "I know it may sound silly, but when I talk and say something to him, I oftentimes hear his voice in my head responding to me." I brought her even closer with my arm as Lindsay added, "Maybe I'm crazy, I don't know, but I like to think that it is his spirit communicating with me." "Many people go to the cemetery and have conversations with deceased loved ones," I assured her. "You're not crazy at all." I smiled at her yet again. "What does your father say to you, honey?" "Dad likes you!" she chirped, her expression now vibrant and happy. "Dad likes you a lot, Jeremy. He did not approve of you at first, but I talked to him one day at the cemetery for a real ...