let God bless mommy

 This story is specially dedicated to the Kazama family.

Finally, home sweet home, though Grayson. He imagined images of his wife, Calleigh cooking hot pan cakes and their son, Max playing with his plush toy, Elmo while waiting for the hot pan cakes. His hands was on the doorknob when suddenly, the door swung opened. The first thing Grayson saw was his son, holding Elmo at one hand and wiping his tears with the other. " What's wrong boy?," Grayson asked and he went down to his knees and cradle his child. " It's mommy, she's on the floor with blood everywhere", croaked Max. Grayson ran and headed to the kitchen leaving Max behind. "Calleigh?!", he shouted. Where is she? He though to himself. He crept into the kitchen, not wanting to alarmed anything, and then he saw it all.

The pot and pan were everywhere. Cereal boxes were on the floor, the chairs were right side up and to the looks of it, it was totally trashed. His wife, Calleigh on the floor, lifeless. Her hand was colored red, blood totally drenching her white blouse. Grayson pressed his two fingers against Calleigh neck, hoping for a pulse but after a few seconds, there was nothing. He crouched beside his wife, with tears rolling down his cheeks, gently stroking Calleigh's hair. Then he heard a small voice, " Is mommy dead? ". Grayson looked to the back and said, "I'm sorry boy".

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Funeral. Everybody had left the cemetery leaving Grayson and Max behind. Grayson was about to leave when Max said, " Are we leaving mommy behind?". Grayson fought back his tears, " Yes, we are". " Well, I'm not leaving!", stammered Max. Grayson knew his son was too young to understand. Grayson took a last look at his wife tombstone, Always be Remembered, Calleigh Anna Hallowell. He scooped Max up his arm and craddle him away from his mommy's grave. " Mommy!! I'm not leaving mommy!! Put me down daddy!! You're a bad person!! Mommy! Help me!!", screamed Max.

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The counselor said, Mr Grayson Hallowell, The first 3 months after the death of a loved one are the hardest time. You need family support by your side, especially when both of you have a kid in hand. He really needs a mother figure, maybe your mom or your wife's. Grayson decided to moved out from the house, leaving the memory of his late wife behind. painful as it was, he had to move on.

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2 years later

It has been 2 years since Calleigh left, Grayson sometimes felt Calleigh's voice against his ears, her fingers stroking back Grayson's hair, her eyes twinkles as she tie Grayson's tie every morning, her voice calls when dinner was ready, her lovely voice reading Max his bedtime stories, her giggles when Grayson tells her jokes or tickles her, the kiss they shared every night before they closed their eyes, sleeping in each others arms.

Max is now 5 years old and inherited his mom's characteristics, his laugh, his dimples, his hair, his smile. Each and everything that Max did reminds Grayson of Calleigh. Sometimes, Max did ask about his mom like, " It's mommy okay? Its Mommy happy? What's mommy doing right now?", but Grayson just answered those questions with a smile and a hug. Everytime they went to church, Max never forgets to light up a candle for his mom, to commemorate his mom who had passed away. Let God bless mommy, that was Max's prayer every time.

the end