My Last Forgiving Sin

2. The worst is Yet to Come.

As Gee and Frank would get ready for their jobs as highly respected priests, Frank's girlfriend would come stumbling down the stairs, coughing profusely. She looked ill, and frail. She'd share a smile with Frank. "Are you okay? Are you ill honey?" Frank would scurry towards Nova and cup her cheeks. She'd sigh, a smile still stretched across her pale face. "I'll be okay, honey. All I need is some rest." Gee would try to lighten up the mood by saying, "You'll be in our prayers, Nova!" Her smile would fade, slowly but surely. "Yeah, yeah you will, honey." Frank would murmur. He'd pat her shoulder and would turn on his heel. As Gee stepped into the car, he'd look over to Frank and asked, "Why does she hate me?" Frank would too look over to him and smile, "She doesn't. She just doesn't like you sleeping at our house all the time. She think's we're.. Ya' know.." Gee would scowl in response to such a statement! "Pfft, never. Guys are gross, I'd never date one." Frank started the car and said "Especially you, Jeez Louise!" Gee and Frank would laugh together. "You'd be lucky to get me." They both smiled at the sight and presence of each other. 

Ray would move his arms with a lot of animation. "And that's when I said, you don't even work here!" Mikey would crack a slight smile. "Gosh, that's golden Ray." Gee and Frank would walk inside the breakroom. Gee would have some stapled pieces of paper thrown at him. "We all got to practice these eulogy's. Some woman died." Frank sighed. Frank loathed, funerals. He despised them. Not for the feeling of guilt, or sadness, but because they're so mind numbingly boring. Whereas Gee loved them. He loved the Eulogy's, the closure he gives to families. "Alright, people! We gotta practice this!" All of them nodded. Gee was more dominant than the others. Most of them commented on his abilities to gain attention easily, and quickly. His leader-like appeal. Around half an hour later, Gee would grow thirsty. "I'm going to grab some water." When he filled a cup with the water, Ray would look up and notice the murkiness of such water. "Wait!" He'd say, a sense of urgency in his voice. "Gee, that's dirty water! Ugh, you could've gotten a serious illness." He'd hug Gee. Yes, Ray could be a bit dramatic at times, and a bit annoying, but it all comes from the heart. Gee would look over to Mikey and Frank, and mouth "What is he talking about?" Frank would give him a thumbs up, silently saying, "Don't worry."

It was the day of the funeral. The usually joyful and calm mood of the church in the bright sun, would dim down. It'd be quiet, but deafening. Gee would be stood at the pillar, waiting for people to arrive, and get their prayer books out. "We are here to, embrace, and bathe in the good times everyone had with Amy Jackson. She was a cherished, and kind person.." As Gerard spoke, Frank would be staring at him. He'd feel as if everything went quiet, all of the sobbing, and whispering, murmuring, and the eulogy. He'd be in a trance. He felt as if he were connected to him in some way. He'd soon snap out of it, and regain his composure. "Mrs Jackson will always be remembered. For now, and forever. Dear Lord, we come to you today with heavy hearts. We are here to honour the life of Amy Jackson. We remember the joy and love that she brought into our lives, and we wish to express our gratitude for her presence among us.

We trust in your compassion and understanding, Lord, as we face the reality of loss. We know that Mrs Jackson is now in your loving care, and we take comfort in knowing that she is at peace.

We pray that you will bless us with the strength to carry on in the absence of Mrs Jackson, and that you will guide us through the difficult days ahead. May her memory be a blessing to us all, and may we honour her life by living our own lives with joy and purpose.

In Jesus' name, Amen." Everyone repeat after Gerard. He'd recite everything greatly, due to a day of practice. He'd put his head down and sigh, feeling guilt for the family.