Louise Kurt had been struggling with the guilt of not seeing her family enough, but this just took it to a whole new level. She was driving to the house. The house where her father was dying and her mother was heartbroken. She was a storyteller, it was as simple as that. Her father loved her stories, and she loved telling them. She was telling him 1 last story until his time was up. A story to say goodbye.

The trip wasn’t long. She reached the big blue house with the white picket fence and stepped out to admire the beauty of it all. Her mother, Mary, came running out, a worried look on her face. “Honey, he’s almost gone. I know this is going to be hard, but he wants you to tell him a story. One last story.” Louise took in a breath, nodded and began to walk towards the house. She soon reached her father’s room, her fingers grasping at the lock. It swung open. Her father spun …show more content…
Less scary.” his face was so vulnerable. So scared. This had to count, yet she had no idea what to tell him. The story came to her. She just began, words spilling out of her mouth. “There was a man. So much like you, so kind and caring. He wanted to make an impact on the world. He worked day and night to end hunger, poverty and abuse. One day, he felt different. Weak, hungry and tired. He realized, even though he felt like he’d only been working for hours, he had been working for years. It felt incomplete. “His time was coming to end, and with it, he felt, was his years of work. He was scared, but someone helped him. A girl name Lily. She took his hand and led him through his years. Step by step. He had made such a difference. Such a beautiful difference.” she was choking up. “She let him be able to let go. Then he was gone, but his legacy wasn’t. He made the world a better place. That’s you and I, dad. I will let you go, if you’re ready. You can go now.” Thomas Kurt’s face regarded Louise’s with sadness. He took her