The Day I Met My Best Friend Again

The Funeral

This chapter holds the funeral. It may be a little sad, and if you are sensitive you may cry. I’ll try to make it not that sad, but my emotions may come out from all the funerals I’ve attended these past three years, I do believe it was six. This will be told in Emma’s POV instead of Third person, and I think I may make the rest of the story that way. Of course adding in the boys’ pov’s as necessary. Also if you could please Vote and Comment on my story, it would make me a very happy writer! Anywhoo, on with the story!

I stared at myself in the mirror. This is it. I thought. It was time to walk down those stairs and go to my brother’s funeral, and face all the people I’d avoided some for years, other’s just since he died. All of our friends from high school, over bearing family members, long lost cousins.  I shook my head, it was all so surreal. I didn’t want to believe it, but today I have to walk out there and face the cold hard truth that my brother was gone. Just like my parents. Like my grandpa, like my uncle. It was just me, grams, and Aunt Jean. And grams wasn’t going to be around much longer.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to keep the tears back. I didn’t want to face all those people, I didn’t want to hear how sorry they were.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door. “Em, come on it time to go.” I took a deep breath. Niall. He was going to be there. He was my rock, today. I walked over to my door and slowly pulled it open. When it was all the way opened Niall pulled me into a hug.  I took a shaky breathe.

“It’s time to hit the road.” I whispered as we walked downstairs where the boys and grams, and aunt Jean were waiting. I found it sweet that the boys were attending, they’ve only known me for about four days, and they never even met my brother.  I smiled, well attempted to.  We all walked silently out to the vehicle. A limo. These boys travel in style.

We arrived at the funeral home at around 10:30. I walked into the room where the funeral was being held and took a deep breath.  Up at the front was my brother's casket, It was a swirl of colors, just like he wanted. Pink, blue, green, purple, yellow, red. It was beautiful. He was surrounded by flowers that were just as beautiful.

“Let’s go to the front of the room Em.” Aunt Jean said coming up behind me. I looked up at her, my eyes filled with tears. I looked around the room for Niall. I started hyperventilating when I couldn’t see him. He was supposed to be, right here by my side. We had decided, after a long talk earlier that we would both give speeches. I only agreed because he promised he wouldn’t leave me alone today.  Where WAS he?! I tried taking deep breaths.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” He murmured wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling him close to me. I closed my eyes and nodded into his chest as the tears started to fall. He started moving us towards the front of the room.

When he finally stopped, I looked up. “I..I can’t up there. I can’t look at him. I can’t see him look so pale and fragile. I can’t touch him and feel how cold he is, because he’s my older brother and his hands are supposed to be filled with warmth and his eyes are supposed to be open and sparkling filled with that mischievous glint in his eyes that always seemed to be there. I’m not supposed to see him look cold and lifeless until he was like ninety years old.” I breathed, looking down at the floor. He lifted my chin up so that I was looking him in the eyes.

“I’m not going to force you to go up there and look at your brother. I can’t make you, but if you do, let me know, and I’ll be right there.” He whispered and I could only manage a nod.

We started walking around looking at all the flowers and pictures we had set up. One of my favorite pictures was one of me, Chase, Niall, grams and Aunt Jean. I was about seven.  We were all covered head to toe in flour. Me, Chase, and Niall had tried to make a cake for grams for her birthday, but we spilled the flour everywhere. When they walked into the kitchen, instead of yelling at us they laughed and joined us, making an even bigger mess. There were eggs, batter, flour , butter, icing, everywhere. I had jumped on Chase’s back causing him to stumble into Niall, and the fell making me land on top of both of them. We were a tangle of arms and legs. Grams, and Aunt Jean were leaning on each other trying to hold each other up, they were laughing so hard. Grams butler quickly took out the emergency camera, for moments like this and snapped the picture.