Ruined Lipstick part 3

Continued from yesterday's story.........

Kristi rushed into the house to find it quiet and still,.  No one was in the kitchen or the TV room.  She hurried to the front room.  There her mother and father were sitting on the couch, Dad holding Mom while she sobbed into his shoulder.  His eyes were red and puffy.

"Mom, Dad, what's the matter?" Kristi asked in terror.

"Oh, Kristi," Mom cried.  "Tommy was in an accident!"   Then she burst into tears and couldn't go on.

"What kind of accident?"  Kristi questioned anxiously.  "What happened?  Is he ok?"

"He was riding his bike home from kindergarten," Dad answered.  "He didn't see a car coming and rode his bike in front of it as he crossed the street to come into our yard."

"Where is he?"  Kristi cried.  "Is he at the hospital?  Is he going to be ok?"

"No, Kristi," dad answered brokenly.  "He's not going to be ok.  Tommy was killed."

The next few days were like a horrible dream.  Over and over Kristi walked into Tommy's room, expecting him to be there, only to remember that she would not see Tommy again in this life.  The funeral was hard, but Mom and Dad and Kristi held onto each other and their faith in the Savior.  Even through their tears and pain they felt the peace promised by their knowledge that they would see Tommy again and that they were a forever family.

A few weeks later, after life had sort of gone back to normal, Kristi went to the cemetery on a Saturday afternoon.  She brought with her a boquet of white daisies to put on Tommy's grave.  Grass had already begun to grow over the little grave, and the white flowers looked sweet when she put them on his headstone.  Kristi sat down next to them and cried.  She missed Tommy so much, but there was a pain in her heart deeper than just being lonely.  She was so sorry that she had not forgiven Tommy before she went to school.

"Oh, Tommy," she sobbed as she sat on the soft, new green grass.  "Oh, Tommy, I am so sorry.  I wish I had told you I wasn't mad at you any more.  "Im so sorry I didn't tell you it was ok and that I forgave you.  Oh, Tommy, can you hear me?  Can you hear that I forgive you?"  Then with tears streaming down her face, Kristi took a little tube out of her pocket and placed it on the white daisies, sobbing finally,  "Tommy, I love you."