Notes: I miss you a little is John Michael Montgomery's, not mine.
When Mason left the bank, he told Jed that he just needed to be alone. He had something that he really needed to do, and he needed to be alone to do it. Jed let him go.
Mason climbed into the cab that he had called. Once the driver knew where they were going, Mason pulled some headphones on and began to listen to some John Michael Montgomery sing I miss you a little.
Sometimes a song can touch a nerve That takes me back to you When I pick up my old guitar And I play your favorite tune Every now and then, some little thing I've buried comes bubblin' up And once in a while, you feel close enough to touch
Mason pulled out a picture from his wallet. A picture of his family. His mom, his dad, and him. Mason touched the picture with his index finger and traced the outline of both of his parents. They were both gone now, and he was the only one left.
I miss you a little since you've been gone A few little memories keep hangin' on I miss you a little, I guess you could say A little too much, a little too often A little more every day
Looking back at the picture, he began to let all the good memories he had with his parents, flood his mind. His plan was to hang on to those memories. To hang on to the good things, and forget the bad ones. Forget all the fights he had with his dad. Forget the times he made his mother mad. He hoped by doing this, he would be able to move on, but he also knew that with every memory he had, he would miss both of them that much more. As the cab pulled up to the where Mason wanted to go, he pressed the stop button on the walkman. He paid the man, then stepped out and looked at the house before him. His childhood house. This was the place he grew up. He hadn't stepped foot in this house in a long time, could it really have been a year ago?
When I go by our old house I pretend that you're still there Waitin' for me on the porch But there's just an empty chair
Stepping closer to the house he pressed the play button and leaned on the railing of the steps as he stared at an old rocker on the porch. As far back as Mason's memory would take him, he remembered his father sitting on that rocker. He loved that rocker. He loved to whittle when he was out there on the porch. In that chair is where he taught Mason to whittle. Of course the first thing he carved out of the wood didn't look exactly like he had planned, but Jeremiah praised the work anyway.
Pressing the stop button on the walkman one more time, Mason went over to the door, took his keys out of his pocket, and went in. Breathing in the memories, Mason walked over to the fireplace and laughed when he saw that. . . that thing he had made, his first whittling attempt. Jeremiah was always one for keepsakes. Moving along, Mason found himself going into his old bedroom. He smiled when he realized that nothing had changed in it. Nothing at all.
Glancing at his watch, Mason sighed loudly as he moved out of his room, and out of the house. Sitting on the rocking chair on the porch, he hit the play button again.
Wish I could see you just one more time Before I drive away So I could stop and go inside, and say
A few minutes later, Jed, Abbey, and Donna showed up in a car, to pick Mason up, so they could return to D.C. As he saw the car pull in the driveway, he slowly stood up and walked over to car. Looking back one more time, he climbed into the limo.
I miss you a little since you've been gone A few little memories keep hangin' on I miss you a little, I guess you could say A little too much, a little too often A little more every day A little too much, a little too often A little more every day
As the song ended, Mason turned the walkman off and closed his eyes for a moment. As he did so, he prayed to God that he would never forget any of the times he shared with his father. Those times were so special, and so few. Opening his eyes again, he glanced around the car to see the faces of the people who loved him most in the world.