I finished straightening my dark brown hair when my father called me downstairs.
“Get your ass down here, Alex,” he called.
“Coming,” I replied choking on my own tears which have been threatening to come all day.
I took one last look at myself in my mirror, flattening my black dress before heading downstairs to my father.
“You’re not the only one who’s hurting, Alex,” he started, “we all are so smarten the fuck up.”
I nodded in response, afraid that if I spoke, the tears would fly out. I missed my mom, a lot. She didn’t deserve to die so young. I put my shoes on and we left for the funeral home
The drive there was silent because we both couldn’t think of anything to say. As if all the words, the stories to be told we used up in the short eighteen years I knew my mom. When we arrived at the funeral home, my father and I entered the building. He was talking with his friends when he got in while I just sat on the seats alone. I was asked to make a speech and I had the paper in my hand.
About fifteen minutes passed until eventually, everyone was here and was sitting down. A man was talking up front before a few people were called up to make speeches. First up was my aunt, Sarah. Next was my Nana, then Papa, my father, then, finally, me. I shakily arose from my seat, tears now flowing freely from my eyes. I unrolled the piece of paper from my hands and began to read.
“Hello everyone,” I started “As most of you know, my name’s Alex Young and Sandra Young was my mom. She was an amazing person and an even greater mother. I wouldn’t have asked for anyone else. She was always there for me, whether it was congratulating me at my greatest moments or being at my sides at my lowest points, she was always there. She always supported my choices, unless they were actually stupid, and respected my opinion.
“She was a beautiful person inside and out and didn’t deserve to leave this world. She didn’t deserve to get the terrible illness of cancer. She didn’t deserve any of this but yet it happened anyways. I wish she was here because I need her more than ever. I loved her more than anyone on the planet. I miss her. I want my mom back, but that’s not how life is. Life is honestly a bitch. You know, there’s so much I could say about my mom but, you know, that would take all day. Thank you for having me and my mom, Sandra will most defiantly be missed.”
I was shaking still and crying. My mascara was running down my cheeks as I continued to cry. I just wanted to go home but I wanted to see my mom one last time before she was put six feet underground. I was sitting in the chair, crying until we all drove to the graveyard where my mom would be buried.
I stood alone in the circle surrounding my moms’ coffin. A man was speaking a few words and then, after he was finished, my mom was slowly being lifted into the ground. That was when I lost it. I collapsed on the ground in a fit of tears. This was the last time I would ever be seeing my mom. I cried and cried in a ball as people put their arms around me in comfort, but I just ignored them. I stayed there until my father pulled me up by the collar of my dress and pulled me to our car without saying a word. When we got in the car, he started to yell at me for being weak, for not being strong enough. That I wasn’t the only one struggling, that I was being selfish. Because I was too numb to reply anymore, my father slapped me. He started yelling at me to feel something but I didn’t. I had cried out all me tears and I didn’t feel anything for the longest time.
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