In Memory Of

"God, isn't she gorgeous?" Frank spoke.
"She always was."

Almost everyone was here, and it was time for us to take our seats. Helena's family reserved a place for us in the front row. Frank went with the choir and took his place on the risers.
"Helena loved you, she really did. Honestly, you kept her going everyday of her life." I turned around, and saw Helena's mother looking at me. She had tears in her eyes and so did I.
"Gerard, you are a great guy, you part of our family. The cards you made are lovely. Just perfect." I felt so good inside to her mother say that to me.

The service was simple. The priest talked aboutHelena, and her life, and stuff like that. I struggled to hold back my tears the entire time..so did all of the guys and my family. My mom and Helena's mom sat next to eachother during the service, crying on eachother's shoulders. I couldn't wait for the service to end. This was hell.

*flashback to a week before the funeral*

My life has done a complete flip since Helena's death. I had to take my emotion out some way, so I wrote a song about her. The title is simple:

HELENA.

*end of flashback*