You know they say, “everyone should be happy during this festive season” well I am here to defy this convention. Enjoy.

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Here’s that rainy day.

He felt sick in his stomach as he watched the man he always thought of as a father being lowered into the cold, hard earth. Through his blurry vision he could barely make out the outline of the dark oak that held inside it the only person other then his mother that had always been there for him. The one person he would have gladly given his life for on that day if he had been given the chance.

The boy could feel the tears stinging his eyes as he heard the voice of the priest “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust” he spoke in a raised yet soft voice as year’s worth of memories, good and bad flash before his eyes.

Next to him the boy could hear his stepmother sobbing loudly as she buried her head in his uncle’s shoulder. He was holding her tightly against him as if he had a right to and it made him nauseous. It was then that it dawned upon him that both his parents are now six feet under.

The other faces he too knew but his vision somehow blocked them out and decided once again to focus on the now barely visible casket where the greatest man he ever knew rested inside. He could feel a lump forming in his throat and his body began to quiver as a loud rumble of thunder shook everything around him before the sky gave way sending large heavy drops of water pouring from the sky. The water was soaking anything left unprotected and that included those who were mourning but yet, no one moved. After the sound of the priest voice was drowned out and long after the dark oak box had finally collided with the earth they were still glued to their seats as if they were all expecting to wake up from this nightmare any moment now.

But he knew better and as much as it pained him to think it, to admit it his life and the lives around him were going to be a lot darker and a lot harder to bare with dad gone and as the family rose to their feet and began throwing the dirt turned mud down into his father’s final resting place his body grew weak and his hands went numb. In fact if it weren’t for the strong and quick limbs of his brother he surely would have went down with earth he held in his hands. But as much as he wished he had, he didn’t. So there he stood all and the booming sound of another round of thunder echoed loudly in the back ground he took a deep breath as he remembered the life he had and the love he was losing while knowing that his life and the lives of those around him were never going to be the same again. This is just a dream he whispered, its just a nightmare, it will be over soon. Denial, yes it was the easiest way to get through a crisis.