Elyse Larway (elyselarway) wrote in watersedge, @ 2009-03-27 23:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan defelice, elyse larway |
Who: Elyse and Dylan
Where: Elyse's grandmother's funeral
When: Saturday afternoon around noon
Status: Complete/Closed
It was Saturday afternoon and thankfully the weather was pretty decent… for a funeral? Well, at least it wasn’t raining, which would probably make the event that much more depressing for those who got all worked up at these sorts of things. Elyse wasn’t one of those people. In her opinion, this whole shindig was purely for anyone else who had any last words or thoughts they needed to get out in regard to her grandmother. Elyse was now living in her old house, with all of her old things, and Rebecca was everywhere. She didn’t need a funeral to mourn, say her goodbyes, or remember her. She would remember her every time she woke up and looked around at what had become her new home.
Currently, everyone was standing in a circle around the gaping hole in the ground as Rebecca’s casket was being lowered, the earth waiting to swallow her up. The funeral had been going on for a couple hours now; with people coming forth saying whatever it was that they needed to say. Elyse had been surprised at how many people actually had little things they wanted to place inside the coffin, things that she might… what? Take to the heavens with her? Elyse didn’t believe in heaven… but her grandmother did and apparently so did many of the people attending.
Of course, the pastor had wanted Elyse to stand in front of the crowd and say some words before anyone else did. Her speech didn’t consist of very much, just a general overview of how she loved her and how the woman had cared for her in her childhood. She had been thankful. It seemed some were disappointed she wasn’t more emotional or didn’t have more to say but Elyse couldn’t muster up some fake dialogue just to make others happy. They seemed even more discontent when she had immediately walked away once she was finished. She didn’t leave the funeral, but she was several feet away, sitting on a rock that was facing the lake. Her eyes barely turned toward the event as it continued on without her.
And this was the exact place that she still sat. Her gaze turned toward the lake. She was decked out in a knee length black dress, which easily flowed in the breeze around her. The straps formed a V shape on her chest and met behind her neck. It had been a little dressy in her opinion, but she hadn’t found nearly enough time to go shopping. Nor would she give a damn about what anyone might have thought about her. She simply couldn’t be bothered.