Everything cried at my funeral. The Earth stopped rotating. The universe paused and mourned my passing. It wasn’t enough to sob profusely and shed tears. I saw and heard hearts cry. Red roses withered dry, turning into black ash before falling to the ground. Mourners fell to their knees next to me, their bodies shaking while they cried uncontrollably as if drowning and gasping for breath. Rain poured from the heavens as the sky wept for my loss. The sun and moon eclipsed, consoling one another. Even the stars were grieving as they burst into light, defying the sun’s command of the Earth. The wind howled in despair like a mother losing a child. The pall barers cried with regret, knowing they would participate in a great sin by taking me to my final resting place. All who attended were like orphans desperately trying to find their place.
My wife cried and smiled simultaneously. She had an expression on her face as that of a person who guards a secret. The look in her eyes spoke volumes. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I witnessed her reaction to the time I told her why I loved her. It was because she was the closest thing I had ever gotten to experiencing true love. In her smile I felt my father’s abandonment and never saying he loved me, yet she did. In her tears I saw my Mother never protecting me, yet she did. I watched her heart and soul become calm and peaceful as she grieved for me. Tears rolled down her cheeks onto the floor below where the rose ashes lay. I could see a single tear drop reviving the roses from their ashes if they were to meet. My wife’s powerful love misses me.
My best friend’s heart fell with sadness as he read my eulogy. His voice trembled with anxiety knowing he was saying his final good bye. He spoke of the great times we had and the memories he would forever cherish. He said he lost more than a friend; he lost a brother when I passed. His shoulders dropped and his chest folded inwards. It seemed as if he wanted to hide deep within his soul and disappear forever. He needed to be held and comforted but there was no one that could muster a bit of strength to do so. His tears drenched the paper he was reading and he could no longer continue. He collapsed to the floor curling into a fetal position, burying his face in his knees and rocking himself while trying to console his grieving soul.
Everything cried at my funeral except for my father. He watched peacefully as I was lowered into the ground. I saw life in his eyes. His stare was welcoming, as an endless fountain of warmth. Not once did he shed a tear as my coffin disappeared beneath the Earth. My brother’s soul cried as he was being pulled away from me, not wanting to see me gone forever. He fell to the ground and held his stomach as if hit by a sledge hammer. My father laughed with love at my brother’s despair. My sister screamed at the heavens asking God, why? My father smiled at my sister with sincerity and comfort in his eyes. My mother’s mind exited her. She had an expressionless face as that of a lobotomized person; she had no emotion or understanding of anything. My passing was too much for her to bare. My father smiled at my mother and walked away peacefully.
My daughter smiles into my eyes as she feels my presence. She holds her mother and tells her everything will be okay. She knows I’m there with my Father. Her love manifests into a blanket of peacefulness and tranquility to cover and keep me safe. Her love is moving, as the moment I cried uncontrollably when she was born. It was as if all my sins had washed away and her love forgave me for everything wrong in my life. My daughter smiles with my Father to reassure me that I’ll be okay. She is a guardian angel to watch over her mother and siblings. My wife and daughter say their last good bye and leave.
I could see my eldest brother’s hurt and anger. I felt his thoughts rushing through his heart as a wild river bursting through a dam. His regret ran deep. He knew he could have done more to show me his love. I witnessed his thought of us as children, and the time he denied knowing me as his brother for fear of shame and embarrassment. I watched his fear of almost losing father when the poison ran hot through his veins. The foam spewing from his mouth was as the salty waves crashing into the sand we witnessed as children. His mumble was illogical. My brother held him in his arms as a puppeteer holds his lifeless creation. A man entered the room and tried to understand the noises that were spoken by my father. My brother said his final goodbye and left.
Everyone began to leave the service with great anticipation. It appeared as a mass exodus; people trying to escape a God forsaken place. People rushed to their vehicles as if an impending doom was at hand. The noise quickly settled and stillness became the atmosphere. I felt the consoling rocking of the massive willow trees above the ground. The gentle sway of the branches brought a peaceful breath to my existence. Daylight appeared as I inhaled and darkness resumed as I exhaled. All the seasons came and went almost instantly.
My Father was the only one left after the funeral. He stood by the cavity in the ground that was now my home. The sun set and nightfall came quickly. I could no longer see and hear hearts cry. The universe resumed its existence, and the earth it’s rotation. No one was shedding a tear for me any longer. No one was sobbing desperately because they missed me. My funeral came and went. I walked with my father into nothing and everything simultaneously. I loved my father. Everything cried at my funeral, except for him.
My new home drew cold and damp. I could not see or hear a single thing any longer. My existence was bare. I was cursed with emotion for an eternity. I felt sorrow, pain, and all the wretched and horrible things life had offered. My mother loved me no more. My brother denied me again in death. My sister forgot me and my best friend erased me from his memory. Forever I would feel the hot poison that flowed through my father’s veins. I felt my reward thundering towards me as an endless legion of demons. Fear was my whole existence. I felt my father walk away peacefully as he had done so many times before. He abandoned me one last time. He paused to see the gnashing of teeth and the endless devouring of my soul. He smiled towards me consolingly, and I could feel that he was sincere.
Creativity
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Wow! This was an amazingly well-written piece! It had so much imagery that I felt I was actually there witnessing everything that was happening!
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I really liked this. Very perspective. Thank you for sharing.
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Creative writing is my favorite.
I’m open to constructive criticism and phsycoanalysis of writing in general.
I feel authors leave a personal imprint on their work.
It was as if I was there, the different feelings, sorrow, anxiety, tears, and hurt all came alive in your story, thanks for sharing.
A beautiful rendering ,nice to read. I like it!