A Constant Reminder Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

A Constant Reminder Pt. 01

... granddaughter.

When Millie started school Vanessa worked part time. When Millie was seven Paul struck out and started working for himself, over the years he looked after several businesses. He saved them money on their taxes, he also advised people on investments.

Financially they were doing very well. This allowed Vanessa to follow her dream of watercolour painting, a talent that she passed to their daughter. Millie was a good student, she enjoyed school and excelled in most of her classes. She had her fathers head for figures, and her mothers flair for art, particularly painting.

Their idyllic lifestyle was shattered when Vanessa was diagnosed with cancer. Unfortunately it was pancreatic cancer, by the time it was diagnosed, it was too late. Paul and Millie, who was now nineteen, sat with Vanessa throughout her final days. They were both at her bedside when she passed away, Paul held one hand as Millie held the other.

When Vanessa passed away Paul sat in the chair and cried. Millie joined her father, she sat on his lap. They hugged and cried together. Millie loved her mother, she knew this would be extremely hard for her Dad to deal with.

The weather on the day of Vanessa's funeral added to Paul's mood. It was bad enough that he was saying his last goodbye to the love of his life, the weather was cold and raining. Paul and Millie stood together as they supported each other, many of Vanessa's friends attended, unable to believe that someone so young had been ...

... taken away. It didn't help when both sets of elderly parents kept telling Paul it was God's will and that everything will be okay. He wanted to scream out that it wasn't okay, and God could stuff his will up his arse.

Paul was snapped back to reality by a soothing voice and calming hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Dad, dinner's ready, come and eat." Millie looked at Paul, she knew her Dad was hurting. She was hurting, but tried to put a brave face on things.

Paul sat across from Millie, he picked at the plate of food in front of him. Millie reached out and held his hand.

"I miss her too, Dad. We have to carry on, it's what Mum would have wanted. Please try and eat something." Millie was almost in tears herself.

Christmas was always special to them. Since Millie had started earning her own money she always bought her parents a gift. It was nothing glamorous or ridiculously expensive, a gift that they would appreciate. Three years ago Millie gave Vanessa a watercolour painting, it was a copy of a photograph from their wedding day. Paul and Vanessa loved it, so much so that they hung it in the lounge for everyone to see.

Paul looked across at his daughter, the spitting image of her mother. Long dark brown hair, high cheekbones and deep grey eyes. He compared Millie to her mother, they even had the same smile and infectious laugh. When Millie stood up to go and get the dessert, Paul watched her move about. She even had her mothers figure, tall with long legs, a ...