Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional it in no way suggests the sexuality of any character within its contents. This is pure fiction. If offended by it then don't read on.
Sailing By Crunk blairboy81@hotmail.com
My Dad always was a good sailor. Sailing, it was his life. He also fought in many wars over the years, but his most recent war has me scared the most. His war with Cancer. He smoked for years, and never believed me that he would die. Now I feel so helpless as I sit here in his hospital room watching him die. I, Jason Timberlake, promised my father, Justin Timberlake, that When he dies, I will cremate him, and spread his ashes around his second home, the sea.
He is sleeping now, and I cannot help myself but to cry. I loved him so much. He taught me everything. From how to tie my shoe to how to drive. We shared so many memories along the years. My father was in a singing group called Nsync. They sang real good, and the other members we so nice. I still remember all of the long talks he used to have with me about leaving JC alone when he as sleeping. I used to complain about them, but now, Oh, How I long for a talk with my dad. I was happy that my dad and JC found each other. They were very happy. It was like having to dads. It really was. They both were my dad in differant ways.
I sit here staring at my dad, and I begin to sing to him, the songs of his youth, the songs of his group.
"Can this be true? Tell me can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel?
My life was complete, I thought I was whole.
God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on You Dad."
I sang those words to him, and when I finished, I began to cry. There was a knock on the door, and I got up to answer it. I opened the door, and I saw JC. I welcomed him with a hug. We were going to get through this together. He pulled up a chair next to my fathers bed and sat with me. We both sat in silence. Our silence was broken by the flat-line beep of my fathers heart moniter. I turned to JC and cried into his shoulder. He cried onto mine. When the doctor came into the room, he placed a hand on each of our shoulders and gave his regards. I told him I would like to body to be creamated. He agreed.
The next day i got Dad's ashes. I called JC and Invited him to come with me to sail the open sea, and to spread Father's ashes. He said it would be too much pain, and I knew what he was talking about.I told him I would call him when I got back. I went out to Father's boat, called "First Love" because that's the boat he and JC discoverd their love for each other.
I had many memories of my father on this boat. The First Time he let me drive it, my first time falling off, and now my last memory. My father's ashes, back in the sea, Where they belong.