Counting To Fifteen [Grey's Anatomy]

chapter fifty three - funerals & cemeteries

Daisy and Callie sat side-by-side in the back of the room, waiting for the funeral to begin.

The crippling feelings of gloominess had crept in early that morning, and Daisy felt immeasurably sad.

Or...a little happy, in a weird way.

Daisy was happy that August was even having a funeral in the first place. He wasn't supposed to, considering that when you don't have a family, nobody really cares if you get a proper burial or not. A donor had stepped in last minute though, and Daisy was happy her friend would be getting laid to rest in the way he deserved.

But Daisy was majorly sad that she even had to go to a funeral for August. She wished her friend was still alive, and she truly wished cancer didn't exist.

Daisy had pulled on the same black dress she had worn to Calypso's funeral, and she was reminded of how much she had hated the fabric. It made her uncomfortable, and the dark color of the dress took Daisy's breath away.

Funerals were the worst, Daisy decided. She never wanted to go to another funeral ever again.

The sun was beginning to sink slightly by 6:00 that afternoon, casting a golden light on the entire city.  Sunlight streamed in through wide window panes, the bright light illuminating a silent room filled with two people and a casket.

"He's gonna be a little late." Callie spoke out gently, staring down at the text message she had received a moment prior from Mark.

Daisy didn't think it mattered, though, because she knew Mark didn't actually want to come. She thought Callie probably didn't either, they were both just doing it for Daisy's sake.

"It's not like he's missing anything." Daisy mumbled out, her words echoing off the walls of the empty room.

The lack of people was seriously bothering Daisy, and it was the only thing she could think about as her eyes sat stuck to the wooden casket in the front of the room.

August had been kind, and funny, and he cared more about the people around him than he did himself. August was the most wonderful human being Daisy had ever met. Was there seriously nobody else that missed him?

It made Daisy a little woozy thinking about an empty funeral. She pictured a confused looking preacher showing up in a few minutes, standing in front of two people as he asked where everybody else was.

And what if Daisy wanted to give a speech? Would she just be delivering her words to Callie?

The girl tried to shake the thoughts out of her head, being realistic with herself. She hadn't even wanted to give a speech at her sister's funeral, no way would she do it now.

Daisy had sat in the back row pathetically, much similarly to how she was now. She had sat alone, listening to Mark's speech as he did what the girl was too cowardly to do.

And the people. There had been so many people at Calypso's funeral. People from the hospital, people from Calypso's school. The amount of  confused seven-year-olds at the funeral was depressing. They didn't seem to know where their friend had gone.

There was a constant flow of sad guests as the funeral ended. Some would just steer clear of Daisy in the back, shooting the girl sad looks. Some would come right up to Daisy, almost everyone who did mumbling the same apology.

I'm sorry, Daisy

"I'm sorry, Daisy." Meredith had spoken gently, to which the girl shook her head.