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A Place of Closure

12 Years Ago


As I enter the location of lost faces and drained souls that were stained with tear marks on their cheeks, it was an instant reminder that I was attending a funeral. It appeared as a sea of black dressed people: reminding me of an old black and white film.

The smell of flowers that are a sign of sympathy overwhelmed me. Their beauty was killed with the replacement of emptiness. Their cheerful normality was washed away with bitter things that mock your pain. Their symbol of happiness is flushed away with coldness like icicles. They're no longer gorgeous creatures that create sensational feelings of joy. 

The sad sounds of songs I hear are meant to recognize the aching pain and the memories withheld inside of my heart. The melodies ring in my ears and create a battlefield of emotions and a difficult time controlling one's misty eyes. Whispers and sounds of sad sobs are taking up the background that the music isn't drowning out. Sniffles and sighs are heard whenever you are listening closely.

Seated, the preacher is speaking words of God, praying and praising, so traditional. Different people walking on the stage while their footsteps echo on the hollow floor to help us reminisce on your past. They are trying their damn hardest to blindfold melancholy with laughter from their personal stories of you. It helps for a split second and the remembrance of the whole event just suffocates us again instantly.

Pictures are now being shown on a board letting us keep the piercing beauty and the lit up smiles of the one we're about to permanently say goodbye to. Although the pictures are meant to help us smile, they also trigger some kind of agonizing pain at the same exact time. 

At this point, one by one we all gather in a line of some kind of formality to feel your smooth, polished casket where you are now laid for eternity. We are saying goodbye with choking, piercing words that sting our tongue with bitterness of unfairness. We are in shambles trying to choose the perfect sentence of closure because we know this will be the last time you are physically in our presence. We have to get this right. 

As we walked out of that horrific place, the funeral is coming to an end and the pall bearers have carried you away with such grace that it almost seems beautiful. They're getting ready to place you in the vehicle that will take you on your last car ride. The ones who cannot bear to watch you drive away on your final journey in that cruel, black hearse are exchanging hugs and words of sadness.

Your day is now over and the physical part of you has left us. We are now left to be rained on with memories, thoughts and pictures. We hope that is enough to keep your presence blunty imprinted into our minds instead of becoming faint. The fear of forgetting you is so troubling and mind consuming. Even though the death is now finalized, the sympathy and mourning of your place is here forever.

Re: A Place of Closure

12 Years Ago


Wow, this brought back memories of the many funerals I went to all the thoughts that passed through my mind. The most difficult was my Mother's, I stood there in a trance and have no memory to those horrible days.

Thank you for sharing, it was very touch.

DecemberRein

Re: A Place of Closure

12 Years Ago


I'm sorry to hear that you had to go through this with your own mother. I've never lost a parent so I cannot imagine what it must have been like for you. I wrote this about my brother. I'm glad I wrote down some notes when I did because it seems like the more time that passes by, the cloudier my memory gets about the day. I guess the heart can suppress certain memories that one may want to forget and not relive. Thanks for the review, very appreciative.