restless_heart_syndrome_

Chapter 108

*3 days later* Billie: It was December 20th, 2006, the day of Charlie's funeral.His mother requested a church funeral, and we all gathered in front of the beautiful church in his hometown of Minnesota. Adie has not been her for the past 3 days. She was frozen and didn't say a word. She didn't eat or drink. She was getting an infusion. I had to force her to eat and drink. I cooked for her, made her smoothies, helped her shower and get dressed, and I never budged from her side. She was lying in my arms all day long. As soon as I left, she winced... she didn't want to be alone. I remember how she cried in silence when I had to lift her away from him 3 days ago. I wish she would show her emotions... cry, scream, hit me or anything else. But she didn't... When we got in, his family clearly showed us that we were not welcome. His father looked at me with hatred, and his mother couldn't look me in the eye. The church was beautiful, with large colored windows. The pastor gave a beautiful sermon and we prayed together. I knew that neither Charlie nor Adie were believers, but it still felt beautiful. His parents and his little sister came up to the front and tearfully gave a speech... Adie was in my arms, and we sat in the first row. She couldn't make a speech, but I knew she would like to. So I decided to say a few words for her... His 12-year-old little sister Abigail tearfully gave a talk about her big brother. She told how he taught her to ride a bike, always protected her and how much he loved Adie... She came down, saw Adie lying in my arms and pushed me, "Adie is Charlie's wife, not yours, I hate you!!" she said crying... Her father immediately took her by the hand and said, "I don't want you to talk to him." He gave me an angry look and looked horrified at Adie, who was in my arms. It did hurt that his family despised me... I have never meant to hurt him. Adie clung to me and didn't let me go when I wanted to go on stage. "I'll take care of her," said Tre, sliding over to us. He carefully took her in his arms and hugged her protectively. I nodded thankfully and went on my way, and the pastor handed me the microphone. His family looked disgusted when they saw me...