October 21, 2011

Rest In Peace

Alexander Walker

Beloved Son and Brother

May 1994 - October 2011

"Though you're dead and gone, your memory will carry on."

"Why isn't it a quote from The Bible?" Granddad asked grumpily. He had murmured and complained through the whole ceremony, constantly reminding mother that suicide is a sin.

"Alex didn't believe in god...he was an Atheist."

Granddad scoffed, "So basically you're saying that he's under the ground, all dressed up, with nowhere to go?" Mother burst into tears; I hugged her, my own eyes glossing over. I look at Alex's gravestone; it's creepy how familiar it looks.

Rest In Peace

Mitchell Walker

Caring Husband and Father

August 1964 – July 2000

The righteous shall go into life eternal.
Matthew 25:46

My dress itches. I look at Mommy wearing her long sleeves, she says she's cold, but I think she's hiding bruises too. I look at Alex, he's crying. I walk over and gave him a big hug, my face feels wet. Why am I crying? We stay there, hugging. I don't say it, but I don't think either one of us is sad about Daddy.

I start crying and shake myself out of that memory, too painful, too much to handle right now. I have to be strong for Mommy. I mean Mother. Dammit. I mentally scold myself.

"I told you over and over, he should have gone to Holy Rosary. Damn public schools," he spat, "it's nothing but blasphemy." Mother cries even harder, and I scowl at Granddad.