I'm going to love you like I'm going to lose you - Miniminter

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I really wish it didn't come to this. She's gone. I didn't think it was that bad, but none of us did because mum had a tendency to hide her pain in front of us. She passed away only a few hours ago but it hurts, greatly. The woman who brought me up and helped me become who I am today. Gone. Many thoughts rushed through my mind of how Simon, y/d/n and y/s/n would react to this since both of them were extremely close to her. I pull my phone out of my pocket and I find the contact that belongs to my husband and I press the button to call him and I hold the phone up to my ear and I look around the carpark since I'm waiting to pick up y/s/n and y/d/n but I got here rather early. "Hey y/n/n! You okay?" Simon answers instantly and asks me in a worried tone.

"Si, she's gone," I state holding back a sob. The other end of the line becomes slightly, obviously showing that Simon is processing what has just been told.

"Oh damn, fuck no really?" Simon inquires with a tone hoping that I am joking no. I shake my head and I take a deep breath to stop myself from crying.

"Yes, really I got the call from y/p/n around ten minutes ago that she passed away," I explain to Simon.

"Put me on facetime please," Simon pleads to me. I turn on the camera and have it facing me while balancing on the dashboard. When he puts his camera on his eyes are watering slightly.

"Look, babe, how are we going to tell y/s/n? He's eight years old now! What about y/d/n? She's just turned five so she is bound to ask questions even if she won't remember her in the future!" I exclaim in stress as all the thoughts pile up on one another as I feel the grief take over slightly.

"Look, y/n we will talk about this to them in a bit and set them down in the living room, but for now just pick them up and try not to overthink it since we can't have you having a meltdown in front of the kids can we?" Simon jokes slightly which causes me to giggle. I then realise the time so I bid goodbye to my husband so I can pick up the kids from school and take them home so Simon and I can talk with them about it.

The actual confrontation about the situation didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would since it ended up ensuing quite a few questions from y/d/n but with y/s/n you could see his eyes glaze over since he did adore mum greatly. It wasn't until when we were here at the funeral we realised how much. He was wanting to come and he begged to come along and we also weren't able to find anybody free to look after the two kids while the funeral was being held.

Y/s/n was on Simon's right side and y/d/n was on my left side so the two were aside one another while Simon and I were on the outside. Many people were here, I can at least see fifteen people who didn't even care about here. No y/n! Don't do it. Not here. I take a quick breath and find y/p/n in the crowd of people clad in black from head to toe and we make our way towards them.

Once being at a close proximity y/p/n notices us and strides towards us and wraps their arms around me and I say a quick apology to y/p/n since they didn't just lose a wife, they lost a soulmate if anything. Y/p/n also hugs y/d/n, y/s/n and Simon. When y/p/n is finished it is time for the procession and the coffin of mum to be buried. We somehow ended up near the front and the coffin was a chocolate brown colour and held her favourite flowers on top which makes me smile slightly at the memory of mum one Christmas getting excited since y/p/n got a gigantic bouquet of them for her. As the coffin was lowered into the grave, I gathered y/d/n into my arms and she hid her face into my shoulder since she began crying slightly and I was comforting her. I look over to y/s/n to check if he is okay and he had tears falling from his eyes and Simon noticed at the same that I did and encased y/s/n in a hug to comfort him, to show him that he will be there for him and that causes a sad smile to appear on my face. Then y/p/n begins to speak. "I thank you all for being here today. y/m/n was a woman of stubbornness and great wittiness, but she also had a knack for being a great person. A great mother even if it did seem like she was being a spoilsport, a great wife and I don't know what I would have done without her and finally, she was an absolutely terrific friend to everybody and would've done anything to see her friends happy. So, we shouldn't think of this as a loss of a person. We should think of this as an achievement. An achievement of a new angel looking over us and protecting all of us," Y/p/n finishes and I feel tears streaming down my face which I wipe immediately not wanting y/d/n or y/s/n to see how bad I am whilst crying.

The group of people disperse from the graveyard and as a family we walk slowly back to the car and we are stopped by a question from y/s/n. "Is Grandma going to be looking after us like how she did before?" I stop for a second since I wasn't expecting the question then I kneel down to y/s/n's level.

"Of course honey. You may not see her anymore but she will always be here. Okay?" I speak to y/s/n pointing to his heart. He nods and we carry on our way back to the car and Simon intertwines his hand with mine.

"You know what y/p/n was saying? It got me thinking." Simon speaks to me quietly since the kids were a couple steps in front of us.

"Oh yeah, what were you thinking exactly Minter?" I question.

"Well, life is too short so we should live it to the fullest so what do you say about leaving the kids at my brothers for a few days and we go away where I am going to love you like I am going to lose you," Simon questions me.

"Ask in a weeks time and you'll find your answer Minter," I state slyly to him.

"Why are you such a tease Mrs Minter?" Simon asks with a small chuckle.

"What can I say? It's in my nature," I state and I unlock the car for y/d/n and y/s/n then get into the driver's seat and Simon in the passenger seat. "So, where shall we go for dinner?" I ask the kids.

"Can we have a Chinese please?" y/s/n asks and y/d/n cheers to his idea. I laugh and look to Simon who agrees. Alright then. Off we go!

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