Kate Beckett sat stone faced through the service. She glanced at her father who sat to her left and her sister who was on her right. There were unshed tears in her father's eyes as he looked straight ahead. Her sister's tears silently fell down her cheeks as she looked at Kate. Kate let out a small sigh and wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulders. Over and over Kate Beckett told herself she had to be strong. Someone had to take care of their small family now that their mom was gone.
Kate blinked back the tears and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. She bit the inside of her lip every time her mom's name was mentioned. Kate silently looked at the clock praying for the service to hurry up. She didn't like insincere apologies from people who didn't know her mother. She wanted so badly to tell they shouldn't be there but instead she simply nodded a thank you and bit her lip harder.
Finally the service was over and they could go to the cemetery to bury her mom. Only family was allowed to attend the burial service and Kate was grateful for that. Entering the car she waited while the driver took them to the cemetery. Stepping out of the car Kate followed her father to the plot where her mom would rest. The cemetery director stood before the plot and said a few words about a mother's love, a wife's devotion, and passing on.
Kate listened and found it growing increasing difficult to hold back her tears. She looked to the sky hoping to find something else she could focus on besides the man's caring words. The seemingly cloudless sky appeared to be mocking her emotions of gloom. A gray cloudy sky would have better suited this situation but sometimes life has a way of just being ironic.