I brushed the tears from my eyes and looked about, no one was smiling, no one was laughing and the weather matched the grief and sorrow. My father, Kaden - who had specifically flown into town for mum's funeral - pulled me in for a hug.
"It'll be alright kiddo." My dad says, I wipe the tears from my eyes and look at my mother's casket being lowered into the ground.
"You think so?" I question, doing up the buttons on my coat. I look up at my dad, who was looking down at me.
"I'm not sure, but we'll soon find out." Dad says, looking down at my mum's casket.
"I love you dad." I say, wiping the tears from my eyes. I was always close to my dad.
"I love you too kiddo." Dad says, turning away from my mum's casket, which now laid at the bottom of the six foot hole.
Turning from my mother's final resting place, I followed my dad to the car.
I did up my seatbelt and dad pulled out of the parking lot. Time to face the rest of my family at my mother's Wake.
I look out the window as Sailing by Rod Stewart comes onto the radio that my dad had left on.
"Mum's favourite song." I say, turning up the volume on the radio. I began to sing along when Rod Stewart began to sing.
"I am sailing, I am sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing, stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
I am flying, I am flying,
like a bird 'cross the sky.
I am flying, passing high clouds,
to be with you, to be free.
Can you hear me, can you hear me
thro' the dark night, far away,
I am dying, forever crying,
to be with you, who can say.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
thro' the dark night far away.
I am dying, forever trying,
to be with you, who can say.
We are sailing, we are sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free.
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free.
Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free,
Oh Lord"
The song ended and I wiped tears from my eyes. Mum always did love that song.
Flashback
I could hear my mum so going as she cooked breakfast. It was the same song she sung every morning. It was her favourite song.
My mum was always a happy person.
"We are sailing, we are sailing,
home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing stormy waters,
to be near you, to be free." Mum sang, I listened as she sung.
"Lynn breakfast is ready!" My mum calls after she finishes singing the song.
I rush downstairs and sit at the table in the kitchen.
End Flashback
I was pulled out of my thoughts by my dad shaking me. I undo my seatbelt and hop out of the car.
My mother's Wake was being held at my house, the house I grew up in. I take a deep breath and step into the house.
I look about, but everywhere I turn, I see my mother. I break down in tears and fall to the floor, my dad wraps me up in his arms in a hug.
"Its okay Lynn let it out." Dad says to me. I sniffle and wipe the tears and snot from my face with a tissue that my dad passed to me.
I stand up from the floor, with the help of my dad.
"I'm going up to change out of these clothes and into something comfortable. I'll be down soon." I say, going upstairs
I need some time to myself.
I walk into my room and pick out sweatpants, an oversized jumper and UGG boots. I change into those, grab a packet of tissues and go back downstairs.
I walk into the back garden and look around, family and friends are scattered everywhere. Even some doctors that my mum was friends with were here. How they got the day off is beyond me.
I grab a random open can of soda and take a sip from the can. My best friend Dale Brown waved at me from where he stood.
I smile and go over to him. Dale and I have been best friends since pre-k. He's stuck by me through everything and I did the same. When Dale's older brother died he was a wreck, it was me that got him to smile again.
"How are ya holding up?" Dale questions me, I shrug my shoulders.
"I'm definitely not okay. I feel like my whole world's been ripped apart." I say, leaning against the fence that seperates the pool from the garden area.
"In time everything will go back to normal, though it might not feel the same as it was before." Dale says, sipping is soda. I smile at him.
"You've always been so wise, I don't know what I'd do without my best friend." I tell him, its true I don't know what I'd do if Dale wasn't my best friend.
"I know," Dale says, shifting his wait from one foot to the other. "It was a beautiful service you gave your mum." Dale adds. I look at him and smile.
"Thanks. Your mum organized the flower arrangements. I should go find her to thank her." I say, looking around for Dale's mum, Mariska.
"She's in the kitchen helping to prepare the food." Dale tells me. I smile at him and go inside.
Mariska was putting lasagna in the oven. I sat down at the table, waiting for her to finish.
"Mariska, I wanted to thank you for arranging the flowers for my mum's funeral, it meant a lot." I say, Mariska shuts the oven door and turns to me.
"It was the least I could do. I hope your hungry, I made you favourite." Mariska says, pointing over her shoulder to the oven. I smile at her and pull my over sized jumper closer to me.
YOU ARE READING
Sailing (Book 1 - Sailing series)
De Todo(This book is based off of the song Sailing by Rod Stewart!)
