"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor future, nor any powers, neither height not depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of god that is in Christ jesus or lord."
(Romans 8:38 + 9)
P.S. Can we just appreciate Migraine by Twenty One Pilots pls??
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CHAPTER ELEVEN;
REVISITING MEMORIES -
I was hoping that today would be a different day to others, a day where I could be myself rather than the sick - grieved monster I've become. It was the dark day, my Grandma's funeral in all honesty. I was nervous, me and Collin both started to chew on our nails, scratch our wrists, - but only in an anxious way.
She was a peaceful woman; my grandma. She didn't deserve to die so early on in life, she only lived to see ISIS and other corrupt organisations tear up the world. She was that one shining light that stood for peace......world peace.
And that's what was corrupting my mind on this foggy day. No sunshine poured through my windows like it normally does, no matter how hard I tried to create some kind of light, no light would come. It was depressing as such, due to the plethora of darkness that was slowly emptying into the room.
I was finishing of my brown hair, tying it up neatly in a simple braid, when mum called me downstairs. "Lara! We're leaving soon, make sure you're finished."
"Yes mum, no need to worry - I'm almost finished." I replied, noticing in the mirror that my plain hairstyle matched with how simple my black dress was. I quite liked it.
If only my life was as plain and simple as I dressed today, it'd be so much easier, I wouldn't have to constantly battle with bereavement and dark times, and I wouldn't have found it so difficult to accept strangers. Lucas was a stranger, but he was becoming something more now, like when he played that beautiful melody, on that lovely day, I wanted the world to stop, just so I could hold onto that precious memory of befriending someone new.....
I finished buttoning my dress on the back, and took my way downstairs. Mum and Colin were tying their shoes, and I was glad that clearly by the look of their faces, that I wasn't the only anxious one in this house. "C'mon guys, let's go." Mum said boldly.
That was when the day turned worse.
The drive to the church was long, and I was glad for that reason. I had time to rethink my thoughts, and prepare my speech for everyone to hear later on. It also slowed down time, or more or less felt like it did.
Once we arrived, Collin's jaw dropped in pure shock. Not only was the church massive dooming over us on the hill, but the amount of guests dressed in black would leave anyone in shell shock. It was like a sea of blackness, crawling its way into the symbol of christianity and worship. And I'd never seen so many guests in my life, and never known grandma to be so popular in life. Although, I only recognised about half of the people there, so I guess you could have counted grandma as some kind of a celebrity. Even at death her fans came.
When we (anxiously) hopped into the church, the only seats/space for us was right at the front of the hall, in front of the black plague behind us. It was probably reserved especially for us.
Mum, me and Collin made our way down the stretching centre carpet of the church, all the faces staring at us. That was when I wondered if it was shameful for the closest relatives to arrive late at funerals, at least that's what the look on their confused faces gave us.
The minister arrived, and I noticed that he was a short man, who had a library of freckles along his face. With cheeks of red and a beard what looked like it hadn't been shaved in quite a while.
We then took our seat, and the minister began his opening speech.
"Today we are all united together, by the sudden and tragic passing of Maggie Mendes. On behalf of the church, I'd like to thank all the guests who turned up today to reflect upon the wisdom Maggie had bought upon us."
Everyone remained in silence,
"To begin with," said the minister "it's time for the entry of the coffin." So, the brown and thick coffin came in, with four carriers holding it upright in its position. The coffin was most likely made out of mahogany , which was in fact my favourite type of wood.
While the coffin made its way down the carpet, like mum, Collin and me did, the minister began to read out some comforting bible verses:
" 'For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor future, nor any powers, neither height not depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of god that is in Christ jesus or lord.' An extract from Romans 3:38 + 9, that I believe to be soothing in this situation."
After the calm speech of the minister, the prayers and hymns began. Family members I recognised came up to the podium and read out their speeches, I joined them. My speech wasn't long, but it reflected back upon the life of Maggie Mendes.
We prayed for forgiveness, all together. I was surprised that Collin took the whole situation seriously, he didn't misbehave or cause any mischief during the ceremony.
It then ended.
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I'm sorry that this was kind of a filler chapter, I promise (and hope) that there'll be less filler chapters in the future.
P.S. Happy birthday Kurt Cobain!
Stay classy!
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