The weather had been quite cold since the summer sun passed two months ago. The clean crisp autumn leaves fell at a steady pace, as the couple walked quietly through the park. Jack didn't mind the chilly weather, his jacket kept him warm and the breeze filled him with a sense of remembrance. The memories of his father passed through him, through his heart, faintly and evenly. Events of sacrifice and joy passed before his eyes, while he occupied his thoughts with images of him; his father.

It was remarkable, his wife thought, as she pondered the stretched grin across his face. She thought intensely of the last few days and the wake that they were on break from; so they walked through the park. She had to get away, she had loved his father; but why was he smiling. His father was fast asleep beneath the planks of pine, in a small room, surrounded by tears. So how in the world could he smile, she thought to herself. But they continued through the park, with a living breeze blowing easy from the east.

As they moved through the park, bounding away from death, he finally parted his lips and whispered to her, softly.

"This wind is kind of chilly. Yet it blows your hair ever so perfect, darling."

“Well, aren't you still a perfect gentleman after all that has happened.’ The way he spoke and the way his words moved through and beyond her,warmed her.

"Well I can't help it; I'm still crazy for you after all these years." She tucked her arm snugly into his as they walk through the park.

“I’m glad we came on this walk, the weather suits us nicely.” They continued their walk arm in arm through the park; it in fact was a nice day. Even though behind them, death stared at the back of their heads.

He was the son of a railroad man. Born and raised in south Louisiana. Money seemed to be a fleeting star but this never seemed to cross his mind. His father died only a couple days passed and it was hard for him the first few yet he never stopped smiling. He would smile constantly and even after the entire day was through he would still be happy even when his wife thought he was at the lowest of lows.

His wife Jillian, well she was the daughter of a chef and her mother was an algebra teacher at the local high school.

“Oh darling, are you sure there is nothing o can do?"

“No love, I am just splendid!"

“Even with your father gone?"

"Yes dear, he was a good man, but I am fine."

As he smiled at her she tried to see into his eyes to find the pain but couldn't. This puzzled her but she did not question him anymore. It just wouldn't do any good, testing him like that.

"Shall we head home dear?"

"I believe we should."

"What the matter love, you look all to confused?"

"Oh, nothing at all"

He knew her better then she thought. He could see through her, in the best way possible refusing to see the bad.

"Your puzzled by my stubbornness to feel sorrow aren't you?"

"Well yes, your father is gone and I see nothing in your eyes."

"My sadness is buried and that’s why you can't see through"

"Darling you know covering your memories of him does no good"

"I’m not covering my memories"

"Then how do you smile like this?"

"Because darling, I'm remembering my father with each step I take"