1A Chapter by BradsurvivorsLeigh was grief-stricken. No matter what others said, her sadness was only amplified. The obligatory: “They’re in a better place”, “The Lord moves in mysterious ways”, “They were called home.” and her least favorite “God needed them to be with Him”. Well, maybe, just maybe, she needed grandma to be with her. Wasn’t God supposed to be this omnipotent being that could create his own people if He needed them? Why did He have to take her grandma? Hurt and anger plagued her. She sat sobbing in her big pink satin pillow. Her younger sister Coral was the silent type. Her emotions stayed inside safely hidden behind a thumb and tattered blanket. She quietly stared at the television while the rest of her family grieved in their own ways. It was Warren, their father, who showed his emotions like Leigh. He wore them on his sleeve, and always had a hard time keeping them under control. It was his mother after all. “Pull it together, Warren.” their mother Kathryn tried to calm him, “The kids need you, they need us to be strong for them.” His sobs subsided and he looked up at his wife. “Sorry.” “It’s okay,” she ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m just worried about Coral and Leigh. I can’t get Coral to talk to me.” “Well, that’s just Coral. She deals in her own way. Leigh has been so inquisitive since everything happened.” “Really?” Kathryn looked surprised and somewhat hurt that she didn’t know this. Leigh hadn’t said much of anything to her since the funeral. “Yeah. She asked so many questions, and I wasn’t sure where they were all coming from. She’s always had the intellect of a 32 year old since she was 6…but some of those questions threw me for a loop.” “Like what?” “Well, the usual where does Nana go when she’s dead? Um…Will we ever see Nana again…” “What were the odd ones?” “She wanted to know who was going to keep the bridge now that Nana was gone.” “What???” “Yeah…when I asked her what she meant she just shrugged and said ‘I don’t know’. She also asked me what Alora Mandraga means.” “Alora Mandraga? What is that?” “I don’t have a clue. She said she heard my mother talk about it in a dream.” Kathryn poured a cup of coffee and gave it to Warren. “Honey, I know this may be bad timing to ask this but…” He finishes before she can get it out, “….when are we going to go through her stuff?” She nodded ashamed for even thinking of something this early. “Can you let her get cold in the ground first!!” he yelled. “Warren!” she jumped, “the kids are in the next…” “Mom?” came Leigh’s quiet voice around the corner, “Dad?” It was Warren who put on the mask of shame this time. “It’s okay, honey.” Kathryn soothed, “dad’s just really upset.” Leigh ran into her father’s arms both to comfort him and herself at the same time. “Can we go to nanna’s cabin?” she begged between sobs. Warren sighed, “Probably not till spring, Leigh, the snow has covered the access road to grandma’s and they’ve probably closed it because of grandma being…..gone.” “But, dad,” she pleaded. “we just have to go out there! We just have to!” “Why so adamant about this, honey?” “I don’t know….” She sniffed, “…I just think that’s what nana would want.” Warren looked at his wife and then at his daughter, “The first melt that comes around we’ll go up for the weekend, okay?” Unsatisfied but too exhausted to push the matter further, she nodded her head and walked out into the living room. © 2010 BradFeatured Review
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