Dear Diary July 23rd
Today Juliet and her lovely Romeo were laid to rest. My eyes were as watery as the ocean. The Ceremony started with the church choir, singing a low hymn about love and all its woes. I sniffed hard into my handkerchief. Next came my Lord speaking words of kindness upon his daughter, words that he never had spoken when she was alive. In fact, I wonder if he ever thought such kind thoughts about her before she was dead. It's common knowledge around the castle that he wanted a boy, not my lady.
His lord than stood up and talked about his son. I never knew what a wonderful man that Romeo was. It filled me with a lot of guilt knowing that they were never going to be together.
But they will be together in heaven; it's just my selfish wish to have Juliet with me. Yet she is in a better place now. She's probably sitting hand in hand with Romeo, pronouncing their love to everyone. Susan and she will finally meet and she will nurse my baby as her own. And my husband will be there, looking after he as I have done all these years. Oh what fun they are having! So then why am I crying like a girl without her toy? Because I wish I could be there with them.
Look! I talk of the devil! Wanting to be dead! Whatever am I thinking? The sun is warm today, exactly like the day when a passing stranger thought Juliet daft. That's were I'm sitting; in the courtyard, with the sun peaking in, shedding light of the lovely tragedy that happened to two perfect souls; Romeo and Juliet.
