The End《Jortini》

CHAPTER 33

Martina's POV
"We are here today to celebrate a life. A life that people have known for a long time or just for a short time." Everywhere where you looked were people crying. People who were so sorry for his lost. He didn't deserve it. His life was beautiful. Lodo was standing next me. She wasn't paying attention to the voice of the guy who was saying his story.

"One little sister. He took care of her like she was his girlfriend. His sister didn't want to talk today. But his mom does." He walked away from the microphone and a broken woman took place over there. A woman I knew so well.

"My son. He was and is still so beautiful. He was always the sunshine together with his sister. They always sang and were always having fun. But that's over now.

I always told him that I was the one who was gonna die first. But I was wrong. I wanted that he was the one who waved at me when my time came. I wanted that he would pick the music of my funeral..." She took a break from talking and let her tears fall down from her eyes. "All the letters he wrote to me were so beautiful. I remember on Mother's day... I wrote a letter for me and sang for me. He was so good at singing... Together with his guitar they made the most beautiful music. His father and I always listened to it. He told us:

'I want to be a singer. And together with you guys and my future wife I want to travel the world and sing every night. I wanna go to Amsterdam and New York. I want to be an idol for someone. I want that my music will help people through their hard times.'

From a boy from 9 years old... You don't wanna know how much that meant." After her beautiful words. Me and Lodo were wiping away eachother's tears.

"I wanna thank you" She said looking to his coffin. "I want you to feel no more pain. I want you to feel safe and happy in heaven. I want you to say to your grand parents that you and we love her. Please... Make fun with her. Spend a good time with my mom and dad..." This speech is just lovely... She stepped away and walked back to her seat where she got a handkerchief.

"Thank you miss for those words. Please... His friends. Come here. You guys can now take a last sight at him and you can light a candle."

Lodo and I walked hand in hand to his coffin. I looked at my right just to not face him. Lodo hugged me tight.

"It's okay... He has no pain right now... He is in a better place..."

I looked at him and tears fell down my face. How? I don't want to loose my family.

From behind a hand took mine. I looked at my left and saw Jorge standing there. I think I have never cried so hard. My nephew meant everything to me. I can't loose him. I lost my grand parents too... Not him...

"Hey Tinita... My strong girl... You can do this." A voice said before I got a kiss on my head.

He placed himself in the middle and took mine and Lodo's hand.

I took a candle and placed it on the table. I gave it light and walked back to my seat. Six other people followed me.

That's how my day went. Broken because a part a family is gone... People say that you can play on broken strings, I guess that this is an exeption.

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SURPRISE! He isn't dead, the nephew of Tini is...

That's my early Christmas present from me to you! Enjoy it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS🎄🎅❄❤