Thursday the 11th of March 2010
Why does crap happen to good people? I suppose it was for the
best. Today I attended Petunia's funeral. It was a private
ceremony held in the morning of the first day of spring. It
seemed as if even the weather was mourning our loss.Petunia
requested whilst she was still alive that when her funeral was
being held that there would be no black worn, only bright colors
as it was the start of new journeys.
I think it is for the best; her passing away. No more suffering,
no more pain, no more depression, no more forgetting. She has
moved on to a place where she can be set free and live in a state
of harmony. Watching over myself, our daughter, our
grandchildren, and all those to follow. She will be our own
guardian angel keeping us safe from the harm of the real world.
Pneumonia. A word I now hate. It was this that finally ended
Petunia's life. The two of us got stuck out in the rain one day,
while I caught a cold, Petty's caught a bad cold that progressed
on topneumonia.In some ways I am relieved that Petunia is free
now, but I am still grieving for her as now I can't hold her in
my arms and attempt to soothe away her worries.
I refuse to remember the Petunia that I came to know before her
slow, cruel death. No, I will remember her as the strong,
carefree lady that was the love of my life. The Petunia I have
spent my whole life with. The journey we shared was full of pain,
sorrow, peace, joy, excitement and most of all happiness.I will
hold her dear in my heart till the day I die.
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