January 30th,
It wasn't easy mamma. Jema cried and screamed as we went to get you from the hospital (I guess you did get medical attention after all). Your body was cold, you eyelids were open.
Why?
I don't know.
But I was upset. Furious that they hadn't been respectful enough to close them over your eyes. If your ghost were hovering around the room to see your body, you would have burst into fits of outrage.
We buried you by the lake near our house. When father finally spoke, he said it was where you were always at your happiest.
Another thing I didn't know about you. I'm not too surprised anymore mamma. I thought you hated the outdoors, I thought you despised water, I thought I knew you...
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It was a small funeral. Jema, father, Nancy. All with tear stained faces as I stared into the nothingness.
I couldn't even force myself to shed a few as they dug up your grave too close to the bank. We buried you in nothing special really.
Okay...It was your wedding dress.
Oh mamma you'd never looked so beautiful!
Father said you would have loved to roam the after life in it. He's kept your ring mamma, and all your jewelry. He says he bought them all for you, and you used to love each other so much. But as we lowered your limp body (poorly wrapped in black plastic), I could see something shine as it caught the light.
Your favourite necklace draped across your neck (yes...it's the only thing I'm sure I know about you. That was your favourite necklace).
A tear roamed my cheek foreignly but I looked away and quickly brushed it off.
Your body fell the few inches and landaed with a splash.
Too close to the bank. The mud there is murky and wet...do they know? Your body is going to rot ten times as fast now.
Lucy x
