It's dark, moody and raining. It is also the day of my father's funeral. Everyone is wearing black and red: black clothes and red eyes. Mom is hysterical, I, on the other hand, am holding back my tears. I don't know exactly why; I have as much of a reason to cry as everyone else, if ont more. During the whole service I was judging myself, telling myself that it was my fault. I know that's not true but it seems reasonable to me.
During the burial many people came up to my mother and I with their condolences. Watching the casket being rolled down into the grave broke my heart immensely; the memories of us together flooded my mind. Finally, the last time I talked to him entered my mind. Now I began to cry and I fell to the ground, silently judging myself. Mom picks me up and leans my head into her shoulder. Family, friends, and neighbors crowd around us trying to comfort us as best as they could. When my mom lets go of me I feel my best friend Cassidy grab my arm and pull me back.
Cassidy's hand is gripping my shoulder tight enough that it gives me comfort. As I raise my head I can see Cassidy's face, it wasn't bright and cheery as usual. My face must have scared him, it was darker than a Halloween night. He, like everyone else, was dressed in black to match the mood of the day.
"Bri, are you ok?", he asked He always has a perfect toned voice for comfort . I said, "Not really, I've been blaming and judging myself all day." Cassidy has now pulled me away farther from my father's grave. "Bri, that's crazy! There's no way that your father's death was your fault!" "I know, but, I stopped and hesitated, "I don't know." As I was about to explain to him what I have been feeling all day but Mom came to get me, saying that the limousines were here, which meant everyone was on their way to our house to eat and reminisce. "Cassidy, We'll talk when we get to the house, ok." Not giving him a second to deny, I followed my mom to the limousine.
In the limousine I feel the sensation of someone watching me. I look around to see if anyone had the same feeling. No one seems to be feeling anxious. Thump. The driver made a sharp turn that caused me to turn my head. Gasp. Dad, is that you> As fast as light he was gone, never to be seen again.
