Ok, wow. It's another short chapter (shocker!) But really, in all honesty, this is AFTER I've added on. I'm not proud of this. I fully understand bad reviews after this one.
After about two hours of a very awkward, yet soothing party, it was time for pictures. Apparently Castle and my father made a slide show of their favorite pictures of me. I looked up from where I was sitting in front of the couch and saw the first slide. It was a picture taken a few days before the funeral, I was told. In the picture, I was standing between Castle and who I assume was Captain Montgomery. Lanie and Esposito (who Castle had referred to as "Esplaine") were standing to my right, next to the Captain. Ryan was next to Castle on my left, and my father was standing behind me. At the top of the picture were two words. Words that brought so much comfort to me during such a difficult time: My Family.
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We flipped through the pictures, all reminiscing about the past, fantasizing about the future. All except me of course. Actually...all except me and Castle...he had been really quiet all evening. I wasn't too concerned though, because I figured that maybe it was normal for him. He pressed the button to go to the next picture. The picture was of me putting on ice skates, my hair braided with a huge smile on my face, like I didn't have a care in the world. My dad started telling the story of that picture.
"Your mother took that photo. You were about nineteen. It was almost Christmas, and you and your mom went ice skating while I wrapped the presents."
He looked as if he was about to cry, and then said in a softer tone,
"She loved you so much Katie."
We finished looking through the pictures, most of which were of me and Castle or with his mother or daughter. There were some of me and Lanie, apparently we were best friends. There were some of Esposito and Ryan, some of my father, a few of my mother. All of these people cared about me a lot. I could tell. At this point, I wanted the party to end, but I didn't say anything. Maybe it would get better, or more comforting. Maybe I would remember my friends. Maybe I would remember my family...
Yeah, originally, this chapter was over before the little break thingie. I know, terrible, right? I know I know I should combine my chapters, but I really like naming them, and I was really happy with the titles of them. Hence insanely short chapters. :)