Cemetery

This can't be happening, the worst thing for her to be imagining...ambulance sirens wailing, crowd outside forming, questions being asked and no one answering. They just stand there; staring. So grief stricken with thoughts bouncing in all directions, throwing the blame at any and all. Body rushed to the emergency, blood covering her clothes, still holding his hand as he's rushed down the hall until she can no longer follow along. Pacing those white hallways, shoes echoing, feet tired, body weary, but she can not and will not rest not until she knows the outcome of the tonight's events. It seemed like hours had passed, until a man came through the double doors wearing a mask.
"Sit down." He tells her.
"No." She refuses, "Just come out and tell me what the new is."
With a heavy heart he tells her the fate, that the body had been pronounced D.O.A. In that instant her world shattered. From that point on nothing else mattered. A piece of her died that day. Her sunshine turned to gray when she realized she lost her son on this day.
Who was she to turn to? No one in her corner. Family never really been around. The only one who mattered, who cared, was going to be buried eight feet underground. All of the planning was done threw swollen and red eyes. How she wasn't ready to say her good-byes. Really not having any money to do it, but she knew she had to go through with it. Going below broke and she knew it. But what was she suppose to do, the only person she loved unconditionally from the day she brought him into the world as a 16 year old girl. Forced to grow up so quickly, because those who she called family turned their back on her so swiftly. No one to help her up from her fall. She; herself was forced to grow up all alone. Shielding feelings and trusting no one. Pouring her all into herself and her son.
Sitting back and looking at all the pictures, strolling down memory lane. Tears come again hard and fast; streaking cheeks and staining pictures of the past. As she wipes moisture away from the frozen past. She stares into eyes of the one she loved with every fiber of her being. The eyes stare back her, feeling like they are speaking volumes without words actually being spoken. Sadness over comes her. Sinking into the deepest of depression. Right now feeling so far gone. Wondering what else is there to live for. Pain so intense that to be at bliss would be to end it once and for all.
The day had finally came. The burial. The farewell. The good-bye. With eye ducts to far gone for her to cry, she watches as the casket is lowered to the ground. With silent prayers being said and flowers being tossed down. The words "I will always love you." escapes her quivering lips. Her trembling fingers run over the cold headstone. Eyes closed. She's planted at the site. Unable to move. Hearing his voice. Smelling his favorite cologne. As if he were standing right there. Watching with her. She felt his hand; fingers laced with hers. Knees began to buckle; and slowly as she fell to the ground, an empty pill bottle was released from her grasp. Tightly in her hand she held his obituary. She died with her son this day at the cemetery.

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