Buried Alive
Funerals are always sad times. They pull at your soul, and make you ask questions you really don't want to know the answers to. People gather together to remember their loved ones, but usually, they aren't remember their lives, or who they are, but how tragic it was that they died. The family enters crying, and supporting each other, the caskets are almost always beautiful, and the flowers are stunning, but they're also alive. But you know, that as sure as those flowers will die, so will everybody in that room, including yourself. Funerals are very grim reminders of what's at stake in life, and they always serve as seldom-obeyed lessons that you should never take life for granted.The worst thing is when not when someone that was old dies in their sleep, leaving many children and a full life, but when someone young and vibrant is suddenly taken from you. Whether taken by God or tragedy, it hurts just the same, no matter how you attempt to think of it. Even praying that they are in a better place, and saying that you rejoiced they've passed on sounds empty and hollow next to the feeling you have inside you, the feeling that there was so much left in their lives, so much they could do, but it's over.
That's how the entire crowd felt in the Church that Thursday. The pallbearers were high school students and teachers, the church packed with some who couldn't even drive yet. The mother was leaning on whoever offered an arm, and friends throughout were remembering, and wishing it could be different, that they could just go back and change how things ended up. People were there that had always loved and cared for the deceased, and others, that were just used to passing them in the hallway. Everyone was mourning in their own ways. Tissues were being passed, people hugged, held hands, and helped each other through it. It was perhaps the worst death any of them had been forced to endure.
The day was awful, but then, are these days ever nice? It rained all day, and all the funeral goers were soaked to the bone. It was all too strange, like one of those dreams you want to wake up from, but not because they're strange, but because they are so real, and so scary to think of. It seemed too strange, they talked about anything they could instead of where they had been, like if they talked about it, it would become real. But they all knew that it was real and that Chris and Stephanie were gone. It was the strangest feeling. Two children, with more life in them than anyone they had known, had been buried that day.
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