A figure dressed all in black stood staring at the tombstones. Tears streamed down her porcelain face. Chestnut hair whipping in the wind, she squeezed her eyes shut, and heaved a final, loud sigh, before turning and racing for the car.
Derek Venturi watched his step-sister leave. His mind was clouded with grief. He knew he would always remember this day, the day of his family's funeral. He gazed at the five tombstones, wishing he was still apart of the now silent group.
Derek's tear filled gaze swept over each of the inscriptions he and Casey had placed on Marti, Edmund, Lizzie, Nora, and George's graves. Trying to stop the tears from falling, he gazed at the bright blue sky. It was only fit that God would have a happy sky to welcome home to Heaven probably the best people Derek had ever known. If only Derek could be as happy as Heaven's angels would now be.
A horn sounded in the distance. Casey, in the passenger seat of the Prince, his dad's old car, was impatiently waiting to get out of this place, this prison of death. He gave one last heartfelt look at the old McDonald-Venturi graves, then turned and walked out of the graveyard. He only wished he could walk out of his own broken heart, and leave all the memories there.