I had a long talk with my father today. We hadn't spoken for a really long time, but when he called me and asked me to come over, I didn't hesitate. We used to be pretty close, I guess. Since mom died when I was five, my father was the only parent I had had through my childhood. It was such a shame that we drifted apart after he left our house for me and my girlfriend.

I was surprised to hear from him. I never would've called him myself, that thought hadn't even crossed my mind. But I was excited, nevertheless. I spent hours figuring out what to wear. I wanted my dad to see how successful I had become (I was a well-paid biologist at the local university). Normally, I would've asked help from my girlfriend, but I didn't dare to tell her that I was going to go see my father. I'm pretty sure she would've thought it was a bad idea.
I stopped at my favorite coffee shop and ordered a coffee on the go. At first I was about to get something for my father too, but then I remembered that he didn't drink coffee anymore. I got my order, and hopped back into my car. Luckily, the ride wasn't going to be too long. My excitement just grew every second.
When I arrived to my destination, my hands were shaking. I wasn't sure if it was the coffee or the fact that I was really happy to see my dad again. I walked to the spot that we had agreed to meet at, and already saw my dad waiting for me. He was wearing his best suit, the one that he reserved for weddings and funerals. His hair was almost gone and his skin was dry. He had also lost pretty much weight since the last time I saw him. But he still looked the same, I guess.
We talked for hours. He was impressed about my career, and asked a lot of questions about my relationship with my girlfriend. He also said that he would've hoped to see some grandkids by that time. I just laughed it off. I didn't have the heart to tell him that my girlfriend wasn't able to have any kids.
It was finally so late that I had to head back home. I had to wake up early. My father asked if I would take him to stay over at my house for one night. I looked at him with sympathy.
"That would be too hard to explain to my girlfriend," I answered. Dad nodded his head.
"I'll get back to my place then," he said. I helped him down and told him goodnight. He smiled as he closed the top of the coffin. I drove away from the cemetery with a smile on my face.

Found on: creepypasta.com
Credit to: William Dean