TITLE: Seeds From Heaven AUTHOR: Myriss EMAIL ADDRESS: New email address myriss1013@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral: Ok. I will forward to Gossamer myself. Other may but please keep my email and header attached. Also let me know. Please use the version posted at my webpage: http://www.envy.nu/myriss/index.html RATINGS WARNING: PG, *NO SMUT!* CLASSIFICATION: MSR, V, SAP, SAP, SAP KEYWORDS: MSR, Future Fic, PWP, 3POV, Character Death SPOILERS: Nothing really. SUMMARY: To heal. THE DISCLAIMER: Any character you recognized from the t.v. series belongs to 1013 and Fox. I am just borrowing them. *AUTHOR NOTES - at the end. Seeds From Heaven by Myriss (myriss1013@yahoo.com) ***** Dad, One day you were here, laughing and teasing Mom. The next day you were gone. Oh, Dad! Mom grieves for you deeply, although she tries to hide it. You know how it is. She took care of all your funeral arrangements in her normal brisk, efficient manner. Those who do not know her would think that there was nothing wrong...but you can see it in her eyes--how much she misses you.... ****** Dad, I remember how you used to tell me and Grace that you and Mom were halves of the same soul. Grace and I used to laugh and think it was a funny thing to say.... It's not funny anymore. She has become a ghost in her grief, Dad. She goes into your den. She sits on the old leather couch--the one you refused to get rid of because you said that both Grace and I were conceived there... She sits there, Dad. She doesn't move. She doesn't speak. She just stares at the wall. What you said is true, Dad. Half of Mom's soul has died. ***** Dad, We don't know what to do. Or how to reach her. Grace has tried. My wife Laura has tried. Even the kids. But she has built a wall with her grief, Dad. She won't let us in. We are so worried. She isn't healing...Worse, I don't think she wants to... Dad...I think she's dying... Something has to happen soon, Dad. We're afraid we'll lose her, too... ***** Dad, It has to be you...it has to be... Mom found the first one by her plate during breakfast. A sunflower seed. She stared at it as if she couldn't believe her eyes. I could tell by her face that she was thinking of you. How you used to carry a bag of them around with you. How you used to chomp on them and how you used to leave piles of empty shells around, and how she would get on you to clean them up... We didn't think much about the first time, you know, Dad. Even though we couldn't figure where it could have come from.... It wasn't until we started to find them everywhere that we realized something was going on. We found them in the pockets of our clothes. We found them on a kitchen counter that just had been wiped clean. We found them in our car. Or walking down the street or in the mall. The other day, Todd found a sunflower seed in his gym shoes at school.... Mom smiles every time she sees a seed...I guess she can't help but smile since they remind her so much of you... She won't admit it, you know, but I think she believes that you are sending them to us...to show us that you're still hanging around, watching out for us, and that you're happy where ever you are. It gives Mom peace of mind. I think she's beginning to heal, Dad. We're no longer afraid that we will lose her so soon... .... And I have to laugh when I write this, Dad.... All I can say it's so like you to do things your own way. Only you would send "Seeds from Heaven".... Fini Author's Note* Too sappy? Sorry. I plead Guilty. I am a Sap Puppy. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. Myriss myriss1013@yahoo.com