Nemophilist
Present
Today was your funeral, and I’m sorry that I almost didn’t go. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about you, but the simple fact that once I saw that shut up coffin, I would have to treat this as reality and not a temporary fleet from sanity. This wasn’t like the time that you ran away in the eighth grade, hidden in the old fort that we made in the woods down by the creek. This was permanent, set in stone, done.
Your mother didn’t have your coffin open, and I didn’t blame her. We all wanted closure, but what closure could your body six feet deep bring any of us. Jimmy was the worst out of us all. He clutched to your mom’s legs, too young to really understand what was going on, the only thing that he knew is that his big sister was dead and there was nothing he could say or do to bring her back. He’s only ten, he doesn’t need to stay up late thinking about all the misplaced words, and where it went wrong
Your mother didn’t have your coffin open, and I didn’t blame her. We all wanted closure, but what closure could your body six feet deep bring any of us. Jimmy was the worst out of us all. He clutched to your mom’s legs, too young to really understand what was going on, the only thing that he knew is that his big sister was dead and there was nothing he could say or do to bring her back. He’s only ten, he doesn’t need to stay up late thinking about all the misplaced words, and where it went wrong