Mom's planning the funeral & the
Rosary.
Have to go get an outfit.
What fun:(
Rosary on Weds.
Funeral on Thurs.
Heading home Fri.
Weeks planned out all I do is
follow.
Keeping quiet, be asked are you OK.
Being told sorry for your loss.
Well thanks but that doesn't bring
her back. Does it?
Weds. comes I see her again
looking as beautiful as ever
flowers all around her.
She looks peaceful,calm,
a sleep.
I touch her hand, it's ice
cold.
Then it hits she's dead not coming back.
Not waking up.Now at rest forever.
Tears are rolling down my face
vision is now blurred.
Why I ask? Why did she have
to go?
Night comes I'm stilling crying.
Thurs. comes up bright and early.
Have to look nice!
Mass at 10:00 am burial right
after.
Enter the Church
This time i don't cry. I keep
quiet.
Not wanting to talk, By my mom's side.
Giving her support, hoping that it helps her.
Mass ends go to Cemetery
watch her get blessed.
Later go back to my
aunt's house keeping away from
people.
Don't want to talk. Wishing
it would all end. GO AWAY.
Wishing it was a dream and
I would wake up and she
would still be alive.
But the truth is, it is the
real world.
And I savor every memory
I have with her.
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