Who: Francine, James, and those mourning Cedric What: Funeral When: Midday Where: At the graveyard Why: Because Cedric's still dead.
The day was cold as the family, and friends, stood by the grave of Cedric Smith. Sheldon had been considerate enough to 'fix' the young mans neck, and to close his eyes, for the burial and although Francine was grateful she didn't have to see the hidious way he died again; it still discomforted her. To see her son pale and cold in the coffin; dead. Dead and gone.
She couldn't hear James' words as he spoke, and she wondered if it was always going to be like this now. The world seemed so much colder now. She remembered a man telling her that no mother, or father, should have to bury their child. And yet she was now at the funeral of her son, after her son in law and her granddaughter had died. It was so cruel.
Elanore stood, looking regal and out of place. She was going away from Sedona, claiming she would not subject her daughter to this danger. She'd begged for Francine to come but Francine, helpless as she was, had refused. Maddie, the young girl, looked up at her mother in confusion. Her black twirls of curls bounced with the movement of her little head and she tugged gently at her mums hand. "Mama, what are they doing to uncle?"
Elanore simply held Maddie closer to her side, briefly running her hands through her locks. "Uncle is sleeping Elanore." She told her quietly. "For a long time." A tear ran down Elanores face and Maddie, still curious but knowing better, clung fearfully to her mothers skirt.
Francine let a tear of her own slip, followed by another. Despite weeping so many tears she had not dried up and she fell to her knees. It was not lady like, or a mature thing to do. But Francine simply fell to her knees and sobbed as the weight of Cedrics death continued to weigh down and try to ruin her.