Jerry Monture: A Short Story

When Tom left the church he still couldn't shake what had just happened, this was something he could never imagine actually happening. His mother, Allison Monture, had just died from brain cancer. As Tom was only 13 years old he took this harder than anyone else, except for his father. Jerry Monture was always grinning widely and never a dull moment of life, but when his wife had passed away, every moment was dull. No words would come out of Jerry's mouth to anyone for weeks, but when he did it was just “Hi Tom, how was school?”, that was it. Not a day will go past in which Tom won't try to help his father with whatever he needs. The only problem is, Jerry doesn't want help. He turns Tom down every time, as if he doesn't want …show more content…
Every Monday and Friday Jerry and his wife, Allison, would go to the beautiful park near their house. Jerry hasn't been there ever since Allison passed away,but that day things changed. He sat on the nearest wooden bench and thought about how much his wife cherished this park. As a tear rolled down Jerrys face he stood up and smashed the bench with his foot, it broke in half. Jerry did this repeatedly and didn't stop. All eyes that were in the park, we're now on him. Luckily his dear friend Matt was in the park and was able to stop …show more content…
1975-2010.” Not long after, Jerry went for a walk and brought the stone with him and a whole bunch of tools. He looked like a handyman. With sweat dripping down his face he was completely finished and finally showed a little smile. It felt like it had been years since he smiled last. The first thing that he did was call Tom and told him to come down to the park and hurry! As Tom walked over to his father he saw his smile and wrapped his arms around him and didn't let go. “What’s wrong!?” Tom asked kind of puzzled. “Oh, nothing's wrong I just wanted you to see what I put together!” Jerry exclaimed. “What are you talking about?” Tom questioned, “I was just here 2 days ago and this bench was sitting right here and…..” “Let me finish, please!” Jerry rudely interrupted, “Look at the right side of the bench.” “At that rock… What does it say on it?” Tom eagerly expressed as he moved his head closer to it. “It's a memorial stone for your mother. I put it by this bench so that we will always have a place to visit and talk to her even though she isn't really there.” Jerry calmly recited. As a tear rolled down Tom's face he hugged his father again and said “I love you, dad!” “I love you too,son.” Jerry