On the burial date, we woke up
early. We got to the burial site and found dad already on the grounds. His
coffin was all black as he has so wished with selection of flowers on top. A
viewing session started the service and together with friends and family, we
said goodbye to dad. The priest said the prayers to dad and one for us asking
God to keep us strong. My heart was broken up and the tears were not helping.
Two of my nieces didn’t really understand what was going on and kept
interrupting the session asking why their grandpa was being lowered into the
ground. The priest came to our rescue by telling them a story to keep their
minds from wondering so much.
About two hours later, the funeral
came to a close. As people were scattering to go home, I saw Sam. He was behind
my auntie’s and waved to me. Sam was one of my ex-boyfriends and things were a
little complicated between us.
'Kate' he started.
'Hi Sam.' I responded. 'I didn’t
know you were around.'
‘Kate I am so sorry about your
dad.' he said. 'I thought I should come to pay my last respects to him.'
'Thank you so much.' I replied.
There was an awkward moment of
silence for a few minutes before I broke it up by suggesting he should come
home to share with us a few drinks and food. He hesitated for a while before
finally saying yes. We parted ways and I went and joined Fred who was waiting
for me in the car.
At my parents’ house, we found two
of my cousins giving out drinks to the people who showed up. I sat down and had
some coffee. I felt sleepy. I hadn't slept very well in the past few days. Ten
minutes later, Sam showed up and joined me at the couch. We got talking in no
time as he asked about what happened to dad. I narrated to him before Fred came
and joined us. He was always suspicious of Sam and this time was no
exceptional. Good thing is nothing happened between them and we had some
sensible conversation.
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