A RAY OF LIFE

23.

I always assumed that I'll be the one never needing to go to someone's funeral or something except if it's about my own family because I kept no liaison as close to attend funerals, but today...wearing that black plated dress Derek bought me this morning only (he knew I was out of them), it gave me a sudden chill down my spine and a diffluent ache in my heart for that someone....who was about to be engraved back to the mother earth was close to me albeit I spent just few days with her. Derek was all set before me. I kept watching myself in the mirror staring at the deep end of my dress' color....black. Where does this end to? What does it denote? Why this color in particular only? Why it has so much gloom inside to prefer at moments like this?

" We are getting late ire..." And my chain of thoughts got a crease in between before it could reach somewhere. I turned and nodded to him haphazardly and then turning back to my dressing, I combed my hair in a simply stuck switch. There was no point of being fancy here yet somehow everyone was dressed in their own different way.
Stepping inside the little inched black boots, Derek held my hand and we ascended downstairs. All of us left for the Riverside Memorial Chapel.

It had been four days since that incident happened and neither did I see any trails of Cathy or any troubles caused by her, nor a single word or hint from Angela or Lucifer. All these days I kept and kept waiting for the thoughts and scenery of that day,when Lucifer took Sarah with him, to just get off my mind. Thinking of all this was sure as hell getting in my nerves and yet somehow I was riding to a chapel for Sarah's funeral procession in perfect shape. Woods families and friends were also invited and surprisingly I wasn't nervous anymore to meet alot more new people. Besides all this, the last thing that was concerning me so much was Derek,he was asked to write eulogy for Sarah.

It was going to be my first funeral in life and if I come to think deeply about it...it somehow was turned into the ones I thought I would attend. Somehow.!

The chapel was beautiful and really calmly decorated and maintained. It gives you a sudden vibe of peace and certainty of God in places like such. We, without making any noises or unnecessary movements, just sat ourselves in seats. I sat beside Naomi because Derek was about to be busy all the time and there was no one else than Naomi to be trusted upon. Derek and Alex went inside probably to talk about all the arrangements and other managing stuffs. Mrs.Woods was low since the morning only. She sat beside us only and we both tried to console her somehow. Gradually, people started gathering and meeting Mr.and Mrs.Woods. Naomi was familiar with most of them while they kept introducing me to most of them and I kept shaking my hands and smiling my best at all of them. Thankfully my bump was successfully hidden by the dress, I was so proud of Derek for choosing that for me as I myself didn't want to grab all the attention from sarah to my bump. You know how gossip works right!

About an hour later we saw Derek and Alex coming out from the inside room and standing near the podium. Moments later, the minister of the chapel or whoever was assigned to perform the rites came. We all raised from our places to greet him. He simply stood at the podium and fixed some of his papers/pages whatever set at the podium. He fixed the mic and checked if its working. I was noticing all his movements when suddenly I saw him giving a thumbs up on his extreme right, my eyes followed and found a group of young boys and girls standing wearing same dresses in front of their respective mics. They started singing suddenly with light and soft music.

"When I stand in glory I will see His face / and there I’ll serve my King for ever in that holy place.”
(“There is a Redeemer” by Melody Green)

Everybody got silent and I was humming inside when I saw four people entering the hall holding the coffee colored coffin. They were synchronised in their steps. I heard Mrs.Woods sobbing a little beside us. I held her shoulder and rubbed it gently. She covered her face with a handkerchief. We saw those boys putting the coffin over the beautiful catafalque. Derek hung his head low and I'm sure he must have inhaled sharply in order to fight back the tears or urging tears, second later he shot his head back up and looked at the coffin perfectly placed on the catafalque. The music was soft and soothing in the background.