Mellany Jensen is simply your average student in her senior year of high school trying to make something of herself. She has friends, a popular twin brother, makes good grades, is even involved in sports like her brother so life for Mellany wasn't s...
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Sunday
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Already showered and dressed for the funeral, I waited in my car for Mason to come out of his friend's house. It was a cold misty day so I wore a jacket over my black dress matched with black pantyhose and I brought a coat for Mason as well. He finally came outside fifteen minutes later just as I pulled out my cellphone to call him. He hopped in the passenger seat with a small greeting and buckled in then we headed to the Roswell Cemetery.
As we pulled in, I noticed how hardly any vehicles were around and for a second I almost thought I was at the wrong place. I saw Rachael a few minutes later at his burial site though so I parked and walked with Mason to meet her. It was upsetting to see only three other people present at the memorial. I figured at least his family would show but none of them did. There was an old grumpy man in the back staring at his feet so no one could see him and then an elderly couple in the opposite row staring at the casket. Dillan's father wasn't even present. Greeting Rachael now, we seated ourselves and waited for the interment to begin.
The preacher said a few words then a couple prayers and that was about it. Once we tossed the roses onto the casket before Dillan would be lowered, we were told that was the end of the ceremony and we were free to leave or chit chat amongst guests; not that anyone here looked like they wanted to speak to anyone other than Rachael.
I said my goodbyes to Rachael after awhile and then said one last mental goodbye to the kid being put six feet under. Mason had to pull my hand to get me to follow him as I got distracted by my thoughts. He pulled me all the way towards our dad's headstone. As many times as I have been here, I could easily say the words written on the marble stone. I'm sure Mason has memorized it by now too. I sat on the ground for a couple hours watching my brother talk to our dad about sports and school like he would have done if our dad was still here. Even as rain began to fall, neither one of us budged since we wanted to spend as much time as we could with our father. I didn't mind being cold; I loved watching Mason talk to our dad about Basketball. That's all the two would talk about at dinner. It was funny seeing them get all worked up.
Our dad was the heart of the family.
Once the sky suddenly grew darker, I told Mason we had to leave. The way the sky looked told me that there was going to be a rainy blizzard soon so we needed to go. That or a storm was rolling in but either way, we still needed to leave. Mason and I ran to my car while being attacked by tiny hail stones. Within minutes outside became scary as the grey clouds dropped a heavy amount of rain and bigger spheres of hail. We could hear them hit the metal on my car and also could hear the lightning and thunder crackling around us as it brewed in. Something I never wanted to be caught in the middle off.
