A Compton Story Book 3: Appetite For Destruction

Chapter 47 - The Funeral

~Mercedes~

It's been two weeks since Pac passed and I was still heart broken. I still loved Pac and with him being gone I felt a huge hole in my heart. As I sat between  Eric and Pac's mother in the front row. The sight of Pac's casket made my heart heavy. Eric paid for the whole funeral and made sure that Pac had a good home coming. Hundreds of flowers covered his gold casket and a big picture of him looking up at the sky sat  next to his casket. Pac was surrounded by so many loved ones even a few fans tried to get a closer look but security guarded the church doors. Tears fell down my face as I cried with his mother. All I heared was sobs, moans, and people blowing their noses.The pastor asked for me, Eric, and his mother to say something at his funeral.  But my heart was so heavy I could barely handle myself. Pac's mother was the first to go. She stood at the stand looking at everyone with her tired red eyes. She wiped her face as she began to speak.

"My son was a out going and loving person...as a child Pac was always happy children always would come over my house asking if Pac could come outside and play but I would have to tell them no because he was always getting into trouble at school..." she said smiling "When he first told me about this whole becoming a rapper thing I wasn't sure about it but when he blew up and moved me out of New York I knew he was going to do great things...Pac may of been a wild one but he was smart and he was a ladies man I remember when he was about 17 or 18 and he brought a girl home to introduce her to me I can't remember what the child's name was but Pac did everything for her...."

As I listened to his mother tell stories about Pac I couldn't help but smile. All the stories she was telling me I never knew Pac was that way. I knew he was loving and I knew he was very sensitve at times but hearing good things about him made me wish he was here even more. After his mother spoke Eric took the stand. My husband looked so good standing up there in his all black flannel shirt, hair braided to the back, black pants,  and black converse with his cross chain hanging from his neck I couldn't get that nigga to wear a suit for the life of me. Eric hid behind his locs to hide his red eyes as he spoke.

"Pac was crazy as hell" he said cracking a smile "But he was still my nigga though you know if it wasn't for him driving me to the hospital one night I would of lost my wife like his moms said Pac was very loving he had no filter so whatever came out his mouth it was out when he came to Ruthless and started recording with us it felt like a blessing...it was a blessing to get to work with Pac when he spit on the mic he didn't spit raps he spit art...he was picky about his art and he would chose each word carefully...I remember we sat up in the studio almost all night writing the lyrics to Hail Mary he wasn't going to sleep until that song was finished..." I could tell Eric was crying behind his locs just by the sound of his voice cracking "I'ma miss you man" he said placing his hand on the casket

Everyone clapped as Eric took his seat. It was finally my turn to go and I was nervous out of my mind as I walked up to the stand. My long black dress hugged my hour glass body as I stood at the stand in my 7 in pumps. I was nervous as everyone looked at me.

"The first time I met Pac he was driving down the street on his way to sign with Ruthless...I was walking and Pac was trying to holla but then he reconginzed me as Eric's wife..." I said smiling as I remembered that day like yesterday. "He said sorry to me over and over again and then gave me a ride to Ruthless...Pac was a gentlemen he always held the door for not only me but for all the women at Ruthless...everybody at Ruthless loved him even my kids loved their Uncle Pac...I just wish that we had more time Pac would tell me some crazy stories about his Death Row days he said there was a time were someone messed up something on a track and Suge made them do 10 laps around the building" I said chuckling. Everyone smiled too. "I'm really going to miss him and like Eric said if it wasn't for Pac I wouldn't be standing here with you all  today... I love you Tupac and I'm going to miss you" I said kissing his casket leaving a lip stick mark.

When the service was finally over, His mother pulled me to the side.

"Mercedes I just want to thank you and Eazy for the beautiful homecoming you gave my son" she said hugging me

"No Problem Ms. Shakur it's the least me and Eric could do"

"Pac wanted me to give you somethin" she said digging in her purse and giving me a envolpe 

The envolope had my name written in cursive on it. I knew it was Pac's writing because it was written perfect.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure but you ment alot to him and he told me to give you this if something ever happens to him"

I slipped the envolpe in my purse.

"Ok.."

"But once again thank you so much and you and Eazy can stop by anytime ok?"

"Alright" she said hugging me

As we walked outside the church doors, standing there at the bottom of the steps was Suge , Daz, Kurpt, Snoop, Nate, and Michel'le