Whose Funeral is This?

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I never thought I’d be here, didn’t know this was allowed honestly. The last time I was in this old church was a week ago...doesn’t seem that long to me but for everyone else I can only imagine how long it’s been. 7 little days in scheme of things doesn’t seem that important. 72 hours even more so, it passes in the blink of an eye for most...but for me those 72 hours felt like they would never end. I didn’t even know how long I was there at first, it was so dark...I can hear the piano being played, they’re playing my favorite song I and I can almost hear my mom’s tears hit the ground though the door. I’ve been standing in front of these doors for what seems like forever now waiting...just waiting. Waiting for my moment, I don't know when it will be, that only my Daddy knows….Finally the doors are opening and everyone in the chapel turns to see who is coming in late. They are all looking right at me, each with their own set of bloodshot eyes and tear stained faces. I almost feel like crying myself, never knew how many people actually cared.

I’m walking toward the altar now, it’s as...

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