Aimé Laurent (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tigersatthegate) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toujoursliberer,@ 2008-09-26 07:40:00 |
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Subject: The Funeral.
Who: Aimé Laurent
Where: The Embassy Chaple.
Warnings:None
Open to: Everyone
Fittingly it was a cold day. The air was crisp, and the sky cloudy and the coffin the best that they could afford. The body should have been entombed in France, in the family plot, but at least there was a little comfort to be taken in the form of the Catholic ceremony. His father would have been proud of that, although it would cost dearly one day the sacrfice was worth making.
Aimé was numb. He knew there were things he should be feeling, thinking but he couldn’t begin to comprehend that tomorrow he would get up and his father wouldn’t be there. It had been a week already but with the arangments for the funeral he had been distant from his emotions, preocupied with organising.
Tomorrow. There would be so much to do tomorrow. To think about. But not now, now he had to show a united front with Antoine, greet those who had come to pay their last respects and put off grieving for another day.