Sunday, 8 April 2007
06:25:38 PM (GMT)
Chapter 2: The Funeral
We arrived at the graveyard.
I picked up my flower, slowly exited the car, and walked to the silent croud of
The pastor began to speak. He said,
"Today, we mourn apon this grave. The grave of Maryian Hanari. Some of us, barely
Although, she was a big peice of our lives. And now, my friends, that peice is gone.
We shall now, come her every year. To mourn, and say all the great things she has
done for us.
And that, my brothers and sisters, is the end of it."
I sat in my fluffy recliner, staring at mom's picture, surrounded by candels and
I remember, holding her hand. Her warm smooth hand. She was trying so hard
to stay alive, than I could feel her pulse stop. Her hand dropped. She gave up.
I just wish, there was some way I could get her back.