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They are sleeping. Sleeping under the snow. Snow like a blanket. Keeps them in the deep sleep. We waddle around them. Or more like, the gravestones. "15 years...". But that won't make me.
Evelyn slipped on the black court shoe, and looked at her reflection in the gilt edged mirror.
I wear a black dress made out of lace Standing in front of his final resting place I feel dead inside, too empty to feel Too detached to realise that any of it is real I place the flowers on the cold...
~~~~I know, it's been so long since I've posted some of this.. But they'll get more regular after this.. I hope.
everyone was crying expesially me and Kaitlin i new Amelia like she was my mum we went to bed without a word niall was snuggiling Kaitlin "she was the last family member i had" she sobbed to niall...
Through shuffled queue, and muffled mourn, friends straddle path in rhyme'd forlorn.
#household. Grandpa when you passed. They said this feeling wouldn't last. Grandpa when I saw you. At the funeral home it all became true. Grandpa that day was so surreal.
Hair as white as daisies, Just a child and nothing more. Wearing a black dress, Solemn face to be worn.
Black doesn't suit this happy place. Black draped where red always reigned. Sobriety hangs were laughs did. With a great china doll in a box. No black doesn't suit this happy place.
Your hair's shorter now, thinner too. It once was black as a ravens wing. Now it's peppered with grey. Your face, always so youthful and full of life, now has heavy lines etched into your flaky skin.
I woke up and had the worst headache ever. I groaned and went to the bathroom to take my medication for my burns and some for my head. I gulped them down and looked in the mirror.
I feel like I can't breathe, Like I'm drowning in the air, I feel so weak and vulnerable, This feeling is rare.
It was all good so far..
I clutched his hand. It was a smooth, cold reminder that he was gone forever. I could never kiss his lips again, hug his waist, poke his ribs, or share a secretive smile with him again. He was gone.
A shuffling of feet. A slurp of strong, black, bland tea. A clearing of the throat. A sea of black. A cough. A sneeze. A whimper. A funeral.
I looked through the crowd, I could see sparkling tears on everyone's faces. Everyone's but mine. Of course I was sad he died, he was the love of my life.
We head out the door. I get in the car. It's a bit of a drive, so I put my headphones in and play something to set the mood, "Rues Farewell" a track from the Hunger Games.