I opened my eyes to face the real world feeling really down more than usual.
It was Jason's burial day. I had written my eulogy. I had the privilege of being able to say something at his burial.
I performed my morning rituals with the least enthusiasm. I guess this should be closure. I had to sew the hole in my heart but smile at the scar his exit had created.
I adorned a black caftan and pulled my hair in a ponytail. I wore a black sandals took my BG and headed out.
At the church, the pews were filled. I recognized a lot of people from school; mostly Jason's course mates and some lecturers.
He was a good student; friend; boyfriend; son and all he could be.
The banner with his picture at the entrance of the church mirrored my thoughts.
I walked down the aisle without so much as a glance at anyone. His mom welcomed me in a warm embrace at the front pew.
His mom wasn't even crying as I expected her to. She was really a string woman. Not even a handkerchief in sight.
His dad was dressed in an all black three piece suite. He sat there expressionless. He nodded in acknowledgement when I looked in his direction. His siblings flanked his parents on the pew. I wasn't really familiar with them. Its just his sister I'd seen a few times.
The clergyman walked in and u faced forward. Jason's coffin was there beside his portrait. I no longer feared ripping apart in pain. He started reading out somethings.
I kept stating at Hus portrait deep in thought oblivious of everything around me until J's mom nudged me. It was time to say my eulogy. Everyone else had said theirs. I looked at the sheet of paper in my hand with my well written eulogy but decided to drop it.
I spoke from my heart recounting all the good that Jason was and how he'd be missed dearly. Words were not enough to express how I felt.
Soon, the burial was over. He was laid to rest in the state cemetery. It was over.
His mom called me before I left to advice me about being strong.
She also said I could meet her if u needed anything.
I left feeling a tad better.
😔😔💪
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