Funeral Day Emily Marie Williams Analysis

Funeral day
I, Emily Marie Williams, believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, that myth is more potent than history.
I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts, that hope always triumphs over experience, that laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love.
It can't take away our memories either.
In the end, love is stronger than death.
Today was it. Today was the dreaded day pushed in the back of our minds wanting to be forgotton. But really, how could you forget a day that would sear in your mind like a scar, the image burned into your retina. The image of your father, in a hospital bed, taking his last breath, struggling last breath. Your mother hovering above you and saying, “Emily, tell him to go. It’s what a soul needs, to move on, Emily tell him that its ok to go.”
NO! it wasn’t ok to go. It hurt too much. Mom was just trying to console me as she was bawling her eyes out on my dad’s chest telling him that she loves him and she will always love him no matter what, and that she’s sorry.
I never got the reason as to why mom was apologizing to my dad at such a critical time. But, I guess
she’s just heart broken at the fact that my father is leaving us. Some people believe that when a person dies, he’s happier in his afterlife. But really, how would you know? How would you know he’s in better place, now that he’s gone? What if in heaven, he couldn’t drink his favorite tea or watch his favorite TV series or eat his favorite steak on Sunday nights? How could he be happy than here if he couldn’t do the things he loved?
“Emily”, my mother says now, handing me the bouquet of white flowers. White? Seriously? I don’t like white. It’s a colour of sadness… grief. I took the flowers from her hand watching them intently before mom caught me out of my gaze and said, “ Honey Its your turn”.
I put the flowers on his grave as the priests recited the prayers. My mother gently sobbed against her crumpled tissue.
It was my turn now to start the prayer. “our father, Who art in heaven,” I began. My mother gave a loud sob at that.
“Thy kingdom come,” I adjusted the flowers sweetly, like a lover.
“Thy will be done,” she was smiling softly through her tears.
“On Earth as it is in Heaven,” I forced myself not to cry. I cant cry. I had to be strong for mom. I promised myself…. And dad.
“Give us this day our daily bread.” My mother kneels down and touches his grave.
“And forgive us our trespasses,” I kneel down with her.
“As we forgive those who trespass against us,” she holds my hand.
“And lead us not into temptation,”
“But deliver us from evil.”
“Amen”, we say together.
And finally, my mother holds me as we both cry.
“Mom why did he have to die?” I said sobbing into her arms.
“Sweetie, I don’t know how to tell you… it’s a long story” After a long pause she held her head in her hands, let out a loud sob and said, “I am responsible for his death”
Too shocked, I looked up at her “How can you be responsible for his death mom you both loved eachother.”
“Yes we did but before getting married, before falling in love, we were enemies. We hated eachother. Your father and I were not at good terms. It all started with the day I first met your father.”
#flashback# 19 years back.. It was the mid of November and as per my normal routine, I went out for a walk in the evenings to my favorite place of all the places where I could relax my mind and watched the sunset without anyone beside me.
I reached my destination just as the sun began is descent. Sighing contentedly, I sat down at the cliff to observe the setting sun. On the left, the town lit up as the sunlight reflected on the shiny galvanized rooftops of the shop. The glass windows and doors shone with a brilliance that could not be seen from close but from a distance, it was breathtaking. The pink aura encasing the town seemed surreal as my eyes followed the people heading for their homes. A cool breeze came from the night, causing me to turn my attention to the sea.
The sea was magical as the golden sun slowly disappeared into the horizon. The now calmwater sparkled brightly as the warm light was gradually taken away, making the illuminated parts stand out. The air smelt of the salt even from the height and the temperature dropped quickly. The sunset was a beautiful moment, the clouds lighting up as though on fire. The trees swayed in the refreshing breeze even as birds flew to their nests, cawing softly to bid their friends goodnight. The red light of the evening sky was visible until the sun was completely gone. It was an enthralling moment that I was compelled to commit to memory, so I did.
The atmosphere darkened considerably and for a while, it seemed as though it would stay that way forever.
Before long however, the stars peeped out and soon, the place was oncemore trance-like (if that’s even a word). The tiny pinpricks of silvery light surrounded the glorious moon that was reflected on the surface of the water. The moon seemed to sink as the tide rose up to meet its original copy. Now bewitched, I stared at the dancing fireflies which added their light to the brilliance around them. I inhaled the scent of the air and felt so calm that I wanted to stay here forever. Nature was such a calming phenomenon that I wondered why humans never appreciated
it.
I don’t know for how long I was sat there enchanted by the beauty of it all when suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket bringing me out of my reverie. I took out my phone to see that there was a message by none other than my mom, “The lady of the house” as my dad says.
“EVELYN WHERE ARE YOU?! ITS 9 O CLOCK WAY PAST YOUR TIME TO BE ALONE OUTSIDE. COME BACK HOME! NOWWW!!”
Uh-oh. I was so caught up in my thoughts to check the time. Having one last look at the sky, and the sea, and inhaling each n every bit of the scent of nature, I decided to get up and go back home.
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