I wrote this for fiction class. It’s a short account of a sad moment in my life. As simple as it may seem, I got very emotional while writing it. Hope you enjoy reading.
It was a sunny afternoon, chances of showers, but no sight of them. The sunlight poured through the stain glass windows of the memorial building. I sat there with my sister, holding her hand, smiling for the relatives who came to pay their respects. My brother Tom was with Dad at the entrance, taking the flowers that each guest undoubtedly picked up on the way here. My hands were sweaty and I felt all too drained.
We had been in Kingsville for almost a week now, cleaning out my grammie’s house, taking care of duties left unfinished. And every night we’d cry, all together, our sadness pooling so however alone we felt, we knew that we weren’t. But sitting in that memorial service, casket closed, crowds of people, I did feel alone. Like all I wanted to do was hug my grammie one last time. Because the last time I did was so long ago, and we didn’t know it to be anything other than a temporary departure from one another. I know everyone felt the same.
When more people started to arrive, I went to greet and thank them with my brother. One woman came in; she looked about the same age as Grammie was, 90. Tom helped her with her flowers, and she stayed to talk with us. She told us about all the wonderful times she and our grammie had when they were young women; they had been best friends for a very long time. But the defining moment of that day for both Tom and I, were the last words that she said to us:
“Excuse me, I just need to say goodbye.”
We watched her walk slowly towards the casket and softly place one hand on it, tears rolling down her blush-covered cheeks, mumbling words, perhaps stories, that she wished Grammie could hear. And at that moment, I wished that I had the chance to do the same.