Funeral

Funeral - part 1

Tears raced down her face. She looked sad but no one knew how she really felt. No one could feel the pain that she felt. She lost the one person who she loved - she lost him. She lost the sight of his eyes. His beautiful eyes. Lilly Linton stifled her sobs with the square piece of cloth. What was she going to tell her children? Oh god, her beautiful children. The innocent lives, how was she going to tell them? Oh pray, how was she going to tell them that their father had died?

Lilly fell to her knees and continued to sob. Why did god take everything from her? Everything she wanted, everything she desired. Everything she needed. She screamed of pain and stress. With only only one word rushing through her thoughts; why? Why did god punish her? WHY? Why had he killed of her beloved. Why had he taken the soul of James? Why had he made him an angel?

Frustrated, Lilly wiped away her tears and stood up. Her heart felt torn apart. Ripped, damaged and gone. The only thing that kept her moving forward were her two children. Her son Harry and her daughter Mia. Harry Carter and Mia Carter. Her life, her soul and now her only reason to live.

Mr Ambrose? Maybe she could ask him for help. Widows are highly frowned upon. Tired, and upset, Lilly slowly walked back home. The sky was either upset; or it sensed her tears. Because thunder could be heard from here. And slowly it started to sprinkle. The rain didn't bother her because she kept walking through it. Eventually she reached her house soaked because it had started to pour. She threw open her door and saw that her children were playing with her sister; Ella.

"Ella.." Lilly whispers, her voice hoarse from the crying and the yelling.

"Lilly? Are you okay? Oh god." Ella asks panic clear in her voice.

"I-I'm fine." Lilly says.

"No you're not! Go change! You're going to get sick."

"Oh alright.."

"Momma!!!" Mia yells, just as soon as the little girl looks up.

Lillian and James had been married for 9 years. In those twelve years, they had a son, Harry. Who was going to turn 9 this year. They also had little Mia. The small daddy's girl. She had recently turned 2. Seeing her kids made her heart swell in happiness.

"Mom, where's dad?" Harry asks.

"Um - honey - um.."

"Kids. Let your mom go change her clothes. She's going to catch a cold if she doesn't change."

"Okay, Aunt Ella." They chorused (except Mia couldn't form proper words so it sounded like she said oway, aunrie Ewa.)

-$a few minutes later$-

When Lilly walked into the living room she saw that Harry was sobbing and Mia was trying to console him.

"Ella...what happened?"

"I - uh told them." She mutters.

"What? Why?"

"They begged me. I don't think Mia understands. She's confused as to why Harry's crying."

"Momma, why is hawwy cwying?" Mia asks.

"Because he's dead. Because dad is dead!" Harry yells.

"Da-da is not dead! You awe lying!" She exclaims, "momma da-da's not dead, wight?"

"Honey...you know how he's in the army? Well someone bad guys shot him. But your dad is a he--"

"No! You awe all lying!" Mia yells and runs out of the room.

"Mia!" Ella yells and runs after her.

"Mom...why doesn't she understand?" Harry asks.

"Because she's small honey. And she was so close to your dad." Lilly explains, her voice cracking.