Chapter 1
It was a bright, yet cold day in early April as the clocks were about to strike thirteen. It seemed that the entire world was as silent as a mouse aside from the gentle, cooling breeze. The suburban street were empty and dead in respect. The only life on the usually bubbly street was the small crowd gathered around the silent house on the end of the street.
There was a dark, empty silence among the small sobbing crowd.
A small turquoise car suddenly and silently pulled up outside the house. Everyone turned and watched as two people climbed out the car. It was Isaac Stein and his wife Della. No one said anything to them as they walked up to the house. Isaac Stein was a very handsome, slender, slightly muscular young man with broad shoulders and dirty blonde, messy hair with thick matching eyebrows and gleaming light brown eyes.
He usually wore a simple white T-shirt, blue baggy jeans, black shoes and a black leather jacket; but for today, he wore is smartest suit.
Walking beside him was his loving wife. Della Stein was a beautiful young woman with a slim, petite figure, fair, flawless skin and large, sparkling, deep aqua blue eyes that shined in the night with long, think crimson red hair flowing in the wind. She usually wore a purple blouse and sea foam green pants but wore a long and formal black dress with a matching hat and her hair was tied back.
As they walked into the house, people nodded to Isaac and offering their condolences.
There were a few people in the house, but it was mostly empty. Issac didn't pay them any mind, however, his attention was focused solely on the smooth, oak coffin at the end of the room. He took a deep breath and walked up to it alone, his wife hanging back to speak to the people. He looked inside and a saw his recently deceased mother, Linda Stein.
He felt a lump form in his throat as he stared down at her.
Linda Stein was a stunning lady with flawless, pale skin, with a curvaceous figure and he knew that is she had her eyes opened then he would get to see her large brown orbs. She had nice wavy, slightly graying, black hair that fell past her shoulders and was rather thick and glossy. She wore her favorite diamond-shaped golden earrings and a flattering crimson dress.
Her face was made up with a small bouquet of red and white roses.
To Issac, she looked like she was sleeping and would wake up and tell him that everything would be alright. Against his wishes, tears started building up in his eyes as he internally pleaded that by some miracle she would rise up and hug hug and kiss him like when he was little.
"Mom..." He muttered as he gently caressed her cold cheek.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the pastor beside him with a sympathetic look on his old face.
"Son, I know that you have a lot to say right now, but I'm afraid we need to move her to the church." He said as he gave the younger man a comforting shoulder squeeze.
"Right." He coughed as he wiped his eyes and moved to help the others to moved the coffin to the hearse...
The church was beautifully decorated for the funeral. Anyone passing by who didn't know any better would of thought a christening or a wedding was going on instead of a funeral. As Issac and Della took their respective seats, he saw his mother's old friends and their children, who were his friends, were sat nearby, mourning for his mother. Their names were Sammy Lawrence, Thomas Connor and Joey Drew, all dressed in formal attire.
Sammy Lawrence was an old man with graying, blonde hair, pale green eyes and a small hunch.
He usually wore a white button shirt with a red bow tie, dark brown pants, brown shoes and a dark brown fedora. By his side was his son, Stan. Stan Lawrence was of average height and build with fair skin, short blonde hair, a scruffy goatee and light brown eyes. He usually wore a dark turquoise vest with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, coupled with dark cream pants and brown bucket-top boots.
Thomas Connor was a muscular man with tanned skin, dark brown eyes and black hair with a matching beard.
He usually wore a tight, dark grey shirt with black pants and dark brown boots. Joey Drew was a skinny, tall man with pale skin, dark graying hair, a thin mustache and dull blue eyes. He usually wore a deep red jacket with a grey shirt underneath dark jeans and shining black shoes. Joey's son, Jacob Drew, was a slender teen with fair skin, shaggy black hair, freckles, two front buck teeth and light blue eyes.
He wore a gray shirt with brown pants, black gloves and dark brown shoes.
"Now I know Mr Stein would like to say a few words in his mother's memory." The pastor suddenly said and Issac stood up to the podium.
"My Mom was a vibrant soul, one who literally lit up the room whenever she entered and right up until she became less able to get around, Mom was full of joy and always eager to help out, no matter what the problem was. My lasting memories of Mom are simple: a hard-working, passionate figure of strength who never waned in her support or love of me, and who soldiered on, even when times were tough. When I moved out, we sadly drifted apart and I didn't get to see her as much as I wanted, I didn't even know she'd been sick." He choked on a sob before regaining his composure. "Mom, I just wanna say thank you for everything you've given us and the warmth we shared during your precious time on earth."...