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Khloe and I stood hand in hand as we watched our mother's casket descend down into the ground. Today was the last time that I would have laid eyes on her body and oddly enough I was calm. I wasn't sure whether it was because I'd cried enough tears when the news was first struck, the nights leading up to today and the wake. Either way, I hadn't cried any tears. I was rather happy that her body was being laid to rest. It felt as if she was finally getting the chance to be free in her after form.
Khloe wasn't as distraught as she had been all week long, but Justice was another story. Throughout all of the planning, he'd kept a leveled head and seemed to be copping well. But the moment he walked up to the casket to say his goodbye, he lost it all. He wasn't able to stand nor was he able to give his planned speech. His girlfriend stepped in for him and read his words while also giving her opinion of my mother. By the time we reached the burial site, he was done for. He'd cried himself weary.
"Do you think her spirit has passed over yet? Because I feel like she's somewhere close by." Khloe glanced around.
"I don't know but I do feel like I'm closer to her for some reason so she may still be around."
I glanced over my shoulder to see Eliana, Noelle and Brit waiting near the car for us. We'd been up since early this morning so I knew everyone was ready to get back to my mom's house to finally eat. They may have even wanted to take a nap.
"Let's get back to the house and get some food in you." I said to Khloe, knowing that she would stand here all day if I let her.
"I'm hungry but I don't think I'm up for chewing." she chuckled whilst we walked across the grass. "Maybe I'll just eat a little potato salad and call it a day."
"You have to eat a little meat too. Put something with a little weight in your system."
"Okay, señora." she joked. "I'm going to ride with my boyfriend so I'll meet you there okay?"
"Alright. Be safe."
She continued to cross the grass but I remembered the two roses in my hand and turned around. I by passed my mother's area over to my father and Courtland's. Their passings were seven years apart from one another and eight years later, my mom joined them. It was sad to know that our family was dying off so quickly but it was teaching us to love harder and unconditionally. Time waited on no one and trauma didn't have a specific agenda. It was all unknown.
