I'M BACK! Home sweet home. How are you guys doing? I'm so glad to be back! :D
Now, however much I'm happy to start posting again, I have to change the mood, because today's drabble isn't happy. While I was gone, we all lost a dear friend of ours. In his memory, I wrote today's story.
This doesn't contain Finn or Cory's death, because that might be disrespectful (and a little too soon) and that's not at all what I want to achieve, so instead, I put in Elizabeth. The quote on her tombstone is Helen Keller's.
Cory, rest in peace.
Shadow
The three walked together towards section H, unhurried. It stood on the second row before last, the marble tombstone with black words engraved on it. Kurt remembered the first time he walked there, hand in hand with his father.
He was holding Burt's hand today as well, lilacs (ever her favorites) in his other hand. Blaine was two or three steps behind, not wanting to invade their silence.
They reached the tombstone. Their faces were blank, but not for long.
Elizabeth Hummel
Beloved wife, mother and sister
1970-2001
"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow."
Kurt dropped Burt's hand to lean forward and rest the flowers gently on the cold stone. Then he kneeled on the grass, and Burt followed, crouching next to him.
Blaine watched as Kurt stroked the marble gently, eyes closed, head bowed, one tear shining on his cheek.
"Hi, mom," he whispered. His heart throbbed, ached. "Miss you."
Burt quickly wrapped his arms around his son, cradling him against his chest. Kissing his hair, he murmured, "Yeah. I miss her, too."