Life Hated Mary Grace

Small drops of rain fell from the gray clouds outside the funeral home window. How fitting. This is the perfect weather for a funeral, isn’t it? Gloomy, dark, you name it. It didn’t matter though. No one was affected by the sound of the rain. Nobody cared. Everybody, including me, was too busy missing Margaret Grace. If only Margaret Grace was still here. She loved the rain because there would always be a rainbow after.
She was a happy person. Wow, I have to use the word “was” now, don’t I? Her smile used to spread like wildfire; everybody else would smile too. She had a natural glow. Every time she walks into the room, all the attention would be directed to her. She was loved by everyone, judging by the amount of people who came and cried at her funeral. No one hated her, except one person. Life.
Life absolutely hated her. Maybe that’s why death appealed to her so much. Everything went wrong for Margaret Grace. Sure, Margaret Grace had some good things happen to her, like real friends and no backstabbers, but the negative always outshines the positive, right? For example, her mother left her, her father never gave her the attention she deserved, and stupid bullies that bully her on a daily basis for having no mother, etc. It’s amazing how she used to always have a smile on her face even though there was nothing worth smiling for in her world.
When Margaret Grace had a visit from pancreatic cancer, she wasn’t fazed by it at all. The only people who were freaking out were…well…everybody else. However, she did change, little by little. Physically, her beautiful, brown ringlets were cut off and left her with a pixie cut, which suited her well. Margaret Grace had to go to the hospital many times a week, and usually stayed there ...

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...g my cries struggling to get out, but no sound was made. My best friend was gone. No, she wasn’t gone for a vacation to Hawaii, or gone to the store, nope. She was gone permanently. Everything after that was a total blur, the nurses calling her father, when they pulled up the blanket over her head, etc.
The patter of the rain gradually stopped. The service has ended, and people were starting to leave. I looked around, and slowly walked up to the open casket. The peacefulness of her face somewhat shocked me. It was as if she was only asleep in her bed of flowers. Maybe if I poked her, she would wake up and laugh at me, like the old days. Oh, who am I kidding? I pulled out the key necklace she gave me years ago, and I just looked at the accessory that held so many memories. I placed it on her chest and whispered, “Thank you, Margaret Grace, thank you for everything.”