My father's funeral was going as well as any funeral could. The priest who didn't even know my father is up there telling everyone about what a great man he was. He was great, but this guy didn't even know him, so it bugged me for him to be up there saying that. Why? I couldn't tell you.
"I now bestow upon you Rafe's wife, Evelyn Johnson-McCawley," My mother stood up and walked up to the coffin, placing a single rose on top of it. Her back to those in attendance, she gripped the sides of the coffin and I could only imagine her face. Mine wouldn't be any better, I assure you. She then turned around, her face expectedly tear stained, and walked back to her seat. The minister spoke again. "His adopted son, 18 year old Daniel James Walker, Jr. ," Danny stood up as dignantly as he could, and shakily walked over to the coffin, fulfilling the same duty as my mother. He didn;t stay, though. He immediately turned back around and walked back to his seat as fast as he possibly could. My turn. "And last but not least, Rafe's own daughter, Rebecca Lynn McCawley; who at 14, has lost who will prove to be the most important male figure in her life." I almost wanted to roll my eyes. Who was this guy, and who the hell wrote his eulogy? I stood up and walked over to the coffin. It held no one but my father. No, it didn't hold my father. It held my father's cancer ridden body. My father was in Heaven with Daniel, and they were probably laughing at me because I was wearing my mother's red lipstick. Forcing the tears back, I placed the rose on the coffin. "Come see me later, Daddy." I whispered, more in my head I was so quiet. Looking up and sighing, I walked back to my seat to finish listening to the dinghole minister.
We all stood side by side. Danny, my mother, and I; Standing in our black clothing looking at the freshly planted soil around the newly carved stone memorial that was indentical to Daniel's. My mother sighed. I looked at her while she extended her left hand to my brother. Focusing her gaze to me, she extended her right hand. Accepting, I sighed shakily. We were going inside now. We were going to leave my father in peace. Kind of. I mean, him being right next to Daniel, you know we'd be talking to him plenty enough. My mother squeezed our hands. She was ready to go into the house. I nodded and turned around. We then started walking; my mother holding a piece of each of her deceased, but not forgotten, loves.
I was curled up on the couch, writing in my diary. Nothing special, just my thoughts on how I thought we would move on and how we were going to do. Alright, to answer your question. We were going to be just fine. My father wouldn't have wanted us to stay put, so we were going to move on. Not neccesarilly move on in the forget way, but in the "no more crying" way. Did that make sense? Probably not. I don't seem to make much sense anymore; not that I ever did, or anything. I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock. At 10 o'clock at night? Who the hell? I took off my reading glasses and walked to the door, unlocking it. Tina was on the other side. I sighed and opened it for her to come in. "What do you want?" I asked. She entered the house, closing the door behind her. She coughed. She was sick, I could tell by the way she was talking. "Listen, I know I've done some shitty things, but know this. As pissed off at you as I am, I am SO SORRY about your dad," She started for the door. I wasn't going to stop her. "And since you're obviously not going to ask me to stay for some coffee or something, I'll go. Just tell Danny that I'm sorry, will you?" I nodded. She smiled slightly and opened the door, walking out. Maybe I would've believed her if she hadn't told me to tell Danny.
"I now bestow upon you Rafe's wife, Evelyn Johnson-McCawley," My mother stood up and walked up to the coffin, placing a single rose on top of it. Her back to those in attendance, she gripped the sides of the coffin and I could only imagine her face. Mine wouldn't be any better, I assure you. She then turned around, her face expectedly tear stained, and walked back to her seat. The minister spoke again. "His adopted son, 18 year old Daniel James Walker, Jr. ," Danny stood up as dignantly as he could, and shakily walked over to the coffin, fulfilling the same duty as my mother. He didn;t stay, though. He immediately turned back around and walked back to his seat as fast as he possibly could. My turn. "And last but not least, Rafe's own daughter, Rebecca Lynn McCawley; who at 14, has lost who will prove to be the most important male figure in her life." I almost wanted to roll my eyes. Who was this guy, and who the hell wrote his eulogy? I stood up and walked over to the coffin. It held no one but my father. No, it didn't hold my father. It held my father's cancer ridden body. My father was in Heaven with Daniel, and they were probably laughing at me because I was wearing my mother's red lipstick. Forcing the tears back, I placed the rose on the coffin. "Come see me later, Daddy." I whispered, more in my head I was so quiet. Looking up and sighing, I walked back to my seat to finish listening to the dinghole minister.
We all stood side by side. Danny, my mother, and I; Standing in our black clothing looking at the freshly planted soil around the newly carved stone memorial that was indentical to Daniel's. My mother sighed. I looked at her while she extended her left hand to my brother. Focusing her gaze to me, she extended her right hand. Accepting, I sighed shakily. We were going inside now. We were going to leave my father in peace. Kind of. I mean, him being right next to Daniel, you know we'd be talking to him plenty enough. My mother squeezed our hands. She was ready to go into the house. I nodded and turned around. We then started walking; my mother holding a piece of each of her deceased, but not forgotten, loves.
I was curled up on the couch, writing in my diary. Nothing special, just my thoughts on how I thought we would move on and how we were going to do. Alright, to answer your question. We were going to be just fine. My father wouldn't have wanted us to stay put, so we were going to move on. Not neccesarilly move on in the forget way, but in the "no more crying" way. Did that make sense? Probably not. I don't seem to make much sense anymore; not that I ever did, or anything. I looked up when I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock. At 10 o'clock at night? Who the hell? I took off my reading glasses and walked to the door, unlocking it. Tina was on the other side. I sighed and opened it for her to come in. "What do you want?" I asked. She entered the house, closing the door behind her. She coughed. She was sick, I could tell by the way she was talking. "Listen, I know I've done some shitty things, but know this. As pissed off at you as I am, I am SO SORRY about your dad," She started for the door. I wasn't going to stop her. "And since you're obviously not going to ask me to stay for some coffee or something, I'll go. Just tell Danny that I'm sorry, will you?" I nodded. She smiled slightly and opened the door, walking out. Maybe I would've believed her if she hadn't told me to tell Danny.