The past couple of days have been sad and depressing. Mami and I have been crying since our day spent together. Today is the day of papi's funeral. After a shower I had the maid retrieve my clothes for today. I decided to wear my all white knee length bodycon dress with the see through sleeves. I wore my black wedges with a bow on the back and wore my hair out with soft curls. Papi never wanted everybody to wear all black at funerals unless it was required. We headed out to the car that would be taking us to the home. Papi had an open casket. As I began my walk to see my papi, an endless flow of tears rolled down my face. Papi was so handsome. He wore a fresh white suit and lay on silk pillows. He looked simply as if he was in a peaceful sleep. I leaned over and gave papi a kiss on his cheek. He was cold but yet warm. I couldn't bare to leave his side.
Mami was headed towards the casket but when she was about 3 feet away she stopped. She stared at papi for a second and then dropped to the floor. Everybody in the small congregation was rushing to her side to help her. Not me though something in me is not allowing me to leave his side. The only man I have ever loved and trusted is gone from me. I stood there for the rest of the service. Mami had to sit for the service.
Papi was buried in Colombia Central Cemetery in his own personal 2mile each way field.
Christian Alejandro Castilian
sunrise ~ Mar. 15 1961 sunset ~ Aug. 7 2013
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Dear No One
Teen Fiction15 year old Alexiana Castilian, daughter of Christian and Susana Castilian is a spoiled daddys girl, but when tragedy strikes everything changes.
