by Amelia Bray

Created on: December 18, 2008

I remember the quiet, and the coldness of her skin. I remember the day. The sky had become a burned, soft, sweet grey, and the trees seemed muted in their bright green. The air was cutting with it's cold. Harsh wind, and we were all quiet. Caught up in our thoughts. We were driving, down the the sea front, to look over to where my grand parents had just met.

It was after the funeral, and it was also the very first time I'd seen my father cry. I didn't like it. There was something odd in the air. Loss. The whole...horrific turbulence that was in all of our heads seemed to have spilled over and out our ears, mouths, noses and eyes. We seemed to be whipping up the dingy green soaked with grey coloured water up into a frenzy, the waves were crashing so so hard onto the bank. My grandfather, wrapped up warm in his wheelchair, the blanket king of my life, surrounded by his family. His two daughters, two sons, looking over to the fateful place that had brought them into existence.

They were all crying. I'd stayed in the car, in the warm. I didn't want to feel colder than i already did. I can remember, exactly, exactly what, my grand father said as he grieved. His grief, sheer loss, pure loved just spilled from his tear wet lips, and tainted everything around him. It began to rain, i remember smiling as i thought of the prophetic fallacy of it all. It was simply unbelievable. You could feel the heart break begin to stab at your own pumping muscle, that has nothing to do with emotions, but all our greatest losses hurt it. Make it weaker, but stronger.

They stood in the pouring rain, while he tried to justify the loss of his Angel on earth his tears were bits of his life slipping from him, because although he was sick at the time, he deteriorated over the year, and he died. On August the 5th, not even a year after the November 1st death of my grandmother.

As he died. I felt him leave. He was behind me, as i played on the computer, and i told him i loved him, and that he was a great man, which he was. I didn't grieve either of them. I told them i loved them instead.Something i hadn't done when they lived, i rarely tell people that i love them, so has they passed, to go on to life's next great adventure (thank you Dumbledore), it seemed a fitting time, to tell them how much they meant to me.

I was happy for them. That the angel on earth, had her life worn partner once more.

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