In Memory

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Calvin's Point of View

Although there were two layers of sleeves I wore over my arms, they did little to alleviate the nearly unbearable chill of the air around me. The cold surface of the chair I rested my hands over, my fingers were numb to.

With a weak, stiffened thumb, I brushed over my phone to swipe past the lockscreen of the girl I planned an entire life with

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With a weak, stiffened thumb, I brushed over my phone to swipe past the lockscreen of the girl I planned an entire life with. I didn't know if looking through old texts with Emily would do anything to dull the ache, or if it would deepen. Without anyone else at the memorial service yet, I considered a small peek at our last text conversation couldn't entirely reduce me to tears at this point.

Before I could debate any further, I heard multiple footsteps echo through the hall

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Before I could debate any further, I heard multiple footsteps echo through the hall. Glancing toward the door, my breath got caught in my throat.

Those footsteps came from the remaining members of the Roses family.

Hearing the heartbreak in every one of their voices, I felt the childish impulse to hide and make a run out the door

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Hearing the heartbreak in every one of their voices, I felt the childish impulse to hide and make a run out the door. While panic fueled my heart into beating toward a speed I'd never reached, I had to firmly remind myself of the significance this service carried.

This funeral was meant to serve as a way for everyone who knew and loved Emily Roses to say goodbye. This funeral was meant to provide a space for shared stories to reflect on and remember the best of my girl. This was supposed to be the highlight reel that closed the book on her forever, and would permanently condemn her physical existence to an engraved stone. All because of a drunk driver...

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