I’ve been to two funerals in my life. One was for the person to whom I will always look up to and cherish the other I attended today and it was for Her brother… Both were similar but at the same time so very different…
Emotions at the first raged from depression, to denial, to anger… While at the second the only thing I could feel was envy… I did not envy the fact that he died, I envied the fact that he knew Her, like I will never be able to. There are so many things still left unanswered, so many things I still want to know, I still need to know… Yet it was at this man’s funeral that I couldn’t even fake a tear, let alone shed one out of grief…
The entire wake my mind soared from thoughts of Her… And that dreadful song that would forever remind me of what I have forever lost…
Emotions at the first raged from depression, to denial, to anger… While at the second the only thing I could feel was envy… I did not envy the fact that he died, I envied the fact that he knew Her, like I will never be able to. There are so many things still left unanswered, so many things I still want to know, I still need to know… Yet it was at this man’s funeral that I couldn’t even fake a tear, let alone shed one out of grief…
The entire wake my mind soared from thoughts of Her… And that dreadful song that would forever remind me of what I have forever lost…
