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Fuck mortality.
Feb. 14th, 2007 09:09 amIt was the most confronting thing I've ever had to do.
I kept my eyes firmly focused on my shoes as Dad, myself and my cousin walked down the isle. I had to be told to look up, and not a second later I burst into tears. Within a beautiful white and gold coffin lay my sleeping angel. I reached out to touch her face but quickly withdrew my hand upon feeling the icey coldness and indeed stiffness of her once tender skin. I was shaking as I pinned a little badge depicting a bull terrier on her collar and lay a plastic-and-glass angel by her side.
The mass was... well, massy I guess. Lots of people who claimed to have nursed me as a rugrat, lots of Goddy stuff. I love public speaking, yet I was too emotional to say anything at a time when it mattered most, and so my cousin read out something I'd typed up the day before in memorium.
Dad's driving was terrible out to the cemetary, which is only worth mentioning due to the fact he's usually so on-the-ball. It started to rain as they lowered her into the earth and we all threw sand and rose petals in on top of her, with Roy Orbison playing in the background. I knelt by the side of the plot as people began to disperse, eyes fixated on the gold plaque on the coffin's lid with her name etched into it, picturing the beautiful face beneath it that I'd seen in the church.
There is a beautiful boquet of flowers sitting on the table with a card from MOC. I noticed their sweet fragrance before I even saw them, and am very thankful for them; it's such a beautiful gesture. We should be visiting the cemetary again this weekend, and I'd like to place one of them upon Mum's grave.
It kept raining long into the wee hours of this morning, and everything's still wet outside. I don't think I'll be able to see rain without thinking of Mum now.
I kept my eyes firmly focused on my shoes as Dad, myself and my cousin walked down the isle. I had to be told to look up, and not a second later I burst into tears. Within a beautiful white and gold coffin lay my sleeping angel. I reached out to touch her face but quickly withdrew my hand upon feeling the icey coldness and indeed stiffness of her once tender skin. I was shaking as I pinned a little badge depicting a bull terrier on her collar and lay a plastic-and-glass angel by her side.
The mass was... well, massy I guess. Lots of people who claimed to have nursed me as a rugrat, lots of Goddy stuff. I love public speaking, yet I was too emotional to say anything at a time when it mattered most, and so my cousin read out something I'd typed up the day before in memorium.
Dad's driving was terrible out to the cemetary, which is only worth mentioning due to the fact he's usually so on-the-ball. It started to rain as they lowered her into the earth and we all threw sand and rose petals in on top of her, with Roy Orbison playing in the background. I knelt by the side of the plot as people began to disperse, eyes fixated on the gold plaque on the coffin's lid with her name etched into it, picturing the beautiful face beneath it that I'd seen in the church.
There is a beautiful boquet of flowers sitting on the table with a card from MOC. I noticed their sweet fragrance before I even saw them, and am very thankful for them; it's such a beautiful gesture. We should be visiting the cemetary again this weekend, and I'd like to place one of them upon Mum's grave.
It kept raining long into the wee hours of this morning, and everything's still wet outside. I don't think I'll be able to see rain without thinking of Mum now.
