All good things must come to an end

Chapter one

Clouds
Rain
Tears
And black

This must be a funeral, who knew they could make the sky cry as well. Does it always a rain at funerals, or is it sunny and bright. But no it isn't saying goodbye can make people cry even the sky.

This is deaths dueing.

My name is Elizabeth Davidson, I am the youngest out of four boys and three girls. Being the youngest means I'm the last to carry out the family legacy.

Yet death seems to visit our family quite often. For example this is my mothers funeral lady Colleen. My father is at work upset with his boss for not letting him have the day off to say goodbye to mother.

Or as I like to call death, sleeping and dreaming forever. I watch as they lower mothers wooden box of a bed into the earth and that is her blanket.

Mother always said.

'All good things must come to a end' and mother was one of those good things. No she was the best of things,

Hey here we are saying goodbye or goodnight to mother.

I turn to hear foot steps. Fathers foot steps, i don't see much because of the dark rain cloud sky and the heavy rain. "Father," I watch as William my older brother run up to him and hug him tightly. Then my other brothers then my older sister second oldest sister.

And I just stand there. Crying. Even though my tears are hidden under the rain I still run up to him and hug him tightly.

"You said your goodbyes right" we all nod, father slumps onto his knees and crys with us. They rest of the family weeps and wails other mothers death,

It happened to soon yet came so slow.

On her grave it said.

'Here lies lady Colleen loving mother to seven children and loving wife to her husband, may she dream in a better place'
And underneath was the year she was born to this year when she died.

The carriage ride was crowded long and quiet. I sat on my eldest brothers lap as he handed me a cookie he brought home from work. William works at a bakery. Alexander works at the bank. Victor And James are still in school soon to go to collage.

And as for my sisters, Claire and Charlotte. Work as a seamstress. A job mother hated, but still did to help provide for our family. Yet all those jobs and lead to one thing if done poorly or well.

Death