Then I waved goodbye to you, from fields of white flowers.Went back to school today.
Celebrated BUDDY's 16th birthday, in spite of the dampened mood (am sorry, dearest). We had cake, anyhow. And time with EXCO again. As always, when we're in our own world; when we can put everything else aside.
Visited Mt Vernon Funeral Parlour in the afternoon. Can't say I was ready for it, but I had to see her, just one last time. And so I did. It was overwhelming - the look on her face the same as ever, p'haps just more at peace. But I broke down, after exiting the parlour. It was too much to take.
Sometimes, I still feel like it's too surreal. Like it never, could not have, happened. But He does all things for a reason.
With every passing bringeth new hope. She's left us for a Better Place. May our souls find rest in Him alone; God is our Rock and our Fortress, He will give us the strength to carry on. And so we will, for the world still spins.
Everyday, the Angel of Death sweeps across the nations, collecting the saints to return into the Mansion. But it's just so strange, how those that we know all go at once. (To P: Just believe, today He took her, to be with Ray.)
And I'd be strong, and I'd whisper a little prayer for you.