Letters To April

Stuck in the Casket

April,
I remember what you looked like in the casket. Your hair was beautifully braided, you wore your favorite floral print dress, there were so many flowers. They framed your beautifully fragile face.
But, something didn't feel right. You didn't look like yourself. You skin looked like plastic and your cheeks were pink not rosyred.
I waited for you to sit up but, you didn't. You were still and unmoving. "She'll sit up soon and well resume life as usual," I told myself. But, you never sat up.
I watched as they lowered you into your grave. "She will get up. She'll get put of the coffin and we'll live happily ever after." I told myself. I looked on in horror as they began to throw the dirt into the hole. I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell them that you were going to get up any minute. But, I couldn't. I was frozen.
I miss you every day. I love you.