The Beast Inside

A Good Day For A Funeral

I never understood why people were so sad at funerals. Not that I had ever been to one before this but Id seen them on tv andmovies.
I guess alot of people thought I was in shock or something because I wasnt crying at my adopted momma's funeral. Well I say that like it was official. Really she found me on her doorstep on day and just kept me. The social service department here is kinda crappy so they just let her have me. I hadnt fit any missing child report so instead of putting me in the system they just gave her all rights and gave me a new social number and birth certificate. Whoever left me had left a note with my first name and birthday on it and a box or chest type thing with a lock. We could never find a key too fit so I left it alone. I figured that was a sign I wasnt ment to open it.
I never looked for my parents. Not that I was angry. They may have thought it was better for me to be with Momma G. Thats What I called her anyway.
Her name was Ginger Taylor. She was in her late 40's when I arrived and was a widow with no children of her own. The day she died was her 61st birthday. The reason I didnt cry at her funeral was because I knew she was ready to go. She lived her life the way she wanted and had no regrets.

Other than the fact she couldnt convince me to pursue my dreams as a vet. I told her I wouldnt leave her and go off to college. So she made me atleast take my general education courses at the little community college in town so I could have some of It done.
On the day she died she held my hand tightly with tears in her eyes.

" Kiera please promise me that when im gone you will do this for me. You are so blessed. The talent you have with animals is amazing. You have a good heart. You know you deserve to be happy. And as much as you enjoy singing can you imagine how much happier you would be getting to work with animals every day? Please do this for me. "

I had kissed her hand and smiled. " I promise Momma. I sent out my applications last week just like you asked. Are you sure that you have to go? "

I hadnt noticed the tear running down my cheek until she reached up and wiped it away.

"Baby girl ive had a good run. But this cancer has kicked my ass and I know Danny is waiting for me. Its been so long since ive seen his beautiful green eyes. Im ready sweetheart. Dont cry for me either. You have a party for me ok? And dance in the kitchen like we used to. Dont forget me but dont grieve for me either. I love you darlin. You think I saved you when I found you on my porch. But its the other way around. You helped me learn to love again and I owe you so much. "

Then she had shed a single tear and fell asleep. She didnt wake up the next day.
So a few days later I stood at silently at the cemetery as they laid her into the ground. I heard a pair of birds singing and couldnt help but smile. Momma G would be happy. She was a good woman and we had the same twisted since of humor. I could almost hear her laugh and say " its a damn good day for a funeral Kiera. "

I smiled and laid a rose on her casket. I gave a nod towards the preacher and walked back towards my truck. It was time to make Momma G proud and get that Dr. added to my name.

I know its kind of a sad start but the story will get better! Please comment share and all that good stuff. The more comments I get the more ill update!