Dear Emma

Chapter 20

Dear Emma,
It was raining out. I looked out my window and saw as petals of twirling rain get sent down spiraling to the ground in a continuous boring cycle. It was raining on the day of your father's funeral. I had a black suit with long black pants and black button up shoes with black socks. All black except for my bright red happy tie. Nothing was going to be happy about today. You haven't left your bed since your father's death which I might add was a month ago. I have been half dead not being able to see you every day. After four weeks, I finally get to see your face in person again. When my family and I arrive at the funeral home, everybody is all ready seated. We find a seat to squeeze in to in the back. I look for your face right as I sit down. All I can really see is the back of your head. A lot of people come up to say speeches about your father and how wonderful he is . They play sad music and a slide show of him. I feel my eyes start to sting as warm tears roll down my cheeks. Your mother came up to say a speech. It was about everything she liked about him, and what he liked, and memories of him. I liked how she said it beautifully and made it all wrap up. After that speech I realized I knew your father, but I didn't know his favorite color or movie or food that most people hear could say in a heartbeat. As silly as that stuff sounds it was still important for me to know. When you came up to say your speech, it was so gorgeous. You said the nicknames he made for you, some things he liked to do, funny things about him that made people cry and laugh at the same time, and how he was so excited to hand you off to the right man at your wedding and how it would never happen, but that it was okay. It was okay because he got to live a wonderful life while it lasted. I cried so hard. Tears stained my black pants and my I had a swollen feeling in my throat. You had on a beautiful strapless black dress that swayed side to side. You had winged mascara that was all smeared from crying out your heart. And you had a gorgeous face that I wanted to kiss. At the end of the funeral, everyone crowded around you and your mother to talk to you. I really wanted to talk to you , but my parents dragged me out and said it was to crowded in here. We left in our car. I looked out the window with more tears at the funeral home. I wanted to talk to you. I missed you. I already waited for you long enough, and now I had to wait until my heart truly died on the inside without you.
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I hope you liked how the funeral was played out. I'm thinking of writing a book on this book called ,"Unexplained Memories". It would have stuff like what Emma actually said at her dad's funeral and what conversations between Will and Emma were like on their first date together. Comment if you like that idea. Thanks for reading!
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xoxoxo olivia:)