My Prophet

My dad, Andy, and I walked out to the car parked in the driveway of the Victorian looking Florida home I lived in for most of my life. Andy looked around in awe, since he couldn't see the estate when we came in last night.

I'm not going to lie, it is big. Not from my father's side though, my mother's. My other grandmother is..well off.

It was chilly outside for Florida, around 56. Andy, and I both had on leather jackets. I had a wool white scarf with mine though.

We we all hoped into my dad's black Land Rover. Andy, and I sat in the back while my father was in the drivers seat. The drive to Busch Gardens wasn't too long about an hour, and we spent the whole time talking and laughing.

Finally I saw the signs start to show along the road signaling we were almost there.

After about ten minutes of parking, we walked through the familiar gates. I remembered so many times my father, and I walked in here. I was holding his hand, and laughing at everything he said.

Now I'm holding Andy's hand, with my father on the other side of him, and I couldn't be happier.

We walked around riding everything, twice for that matter until the natural lighting around us dimmed and was replaced with the magical Christmas lights. My dad had separated from Andy, and I, obviously because the setting around us was so romantic.

He said he was meeting up with a friend of his from college so now Andy, and I were holding onto each other as we looked at all the lights.

"It's so beautiful." I said as we looked out over a bridge. Across from us was a large light display that said Peace On Earth.

"Not as beautiful as you." Andy said, and I laughed.

"Your so cheesy." I shook my head. His arms tightened around me, and he kissed my temple.

"Maybe but you love me." He said.

"I do." I sighed, laying my head in the crook of his neck.

"So how would you feel if I cut my hair." He said as we began to walk off to the next ride.

I raised my eyebrow, "Are you thinking about it?"

"Maybe." He said dragging out the word.

"Well I think you'd look hot." I said smirking.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" I smiled, and kissed his cheek. He wrapped an arm around my neck, and I started to feel my heart beating. My breath started laboring, and rattling in my throat.

I whipped my head around, to look at the crowd of people.

"What's up babe?" Andy said, and I swallowed hard.

"Someone lost a father." I said.

"Do you know who?" He asked.

"I think it's her." I pointed to a younger women pushing a stroller.

"Are you going to talk to her?" I had already started walking to her, and I heard Andy chuckle behind me. She looked at me oddly as I approached her.

"Hi my name is Coralie Johnson, and I'm a medium do you know what that means?" I asked the women.

"Yes." She nodded skeptically.

"Well I was wondering if your father passed?" I said.

"Yes he did."

"Okay, was it from the something of the throat or chest. Like he is laboring my breathing." I rubbed my throat, and I felt Andy stand beside me.

"He commited suicide." She said sadly, "He hung himself."

"Well he's asking me to tell you to let go. He says you know what I mean." I said, and she gasped.

"I do." She nodded.

I paused for a second, not wanting to say what I heard next, "You still have the rope he hung himself with correct?"

She sobbed, "Correct."

"He says to throw it away." I said solemnly, "To love his grand children, and to be happy. He says you only live once so make it count." She pulled me into a hug, which I happily returned.

"Thank you so much." She said.

"Of course." I nodded, and Andy and I walked off. I felt lighter, like a great weight was off my shoulders.

"Your so great." Andy shook his head.

"Thanks babe." I said kissing his cheek.

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