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| This is the picture I'm sketching of Meg. |
"Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother.
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and,
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no,
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby."
This was the day Meg was buried.
10 a.m. I got to the chapel in the cemetery where she was to be buried. I sat with my team in the front, and I realized I had never heard all of us so quiet. No one was laughing, no one was crying. Not yet anyway. The only thing you could hear was the click of the fan above us, and the occasional coo of a baby.
It was a small chapel. There was plaques all up and down the wall, with names and birthdates followed by death dates all up and down the entire room. And silence. I couldn't help but think about Doctor Who in that moment; how Meg had to explain to me that SILENCE was a monster/alien thingy, not actual silence. She loved Doctor Who. She's the one who introduced me to it...I digress. They'll be a few more posts in this series on Meg, and thats the place for the fluffy fun stuff.
About 15 minutes passed. More people filed in. And then came the casket. Inside that casket was my Meg. I still didn't loose it. Following the casket was her family, inner and outer. Her mom, dad, grandparents. Uncles and aunts, nieces and nephews. Then her brothers. Josh was holding it together, and Seth just looked....Hollow. Empty inside. He made eye contact with me for just a second, and gave a small, sad smile. I didn't loose it. Once they were all filled in and seated, the pastor started talking about Megs life. Her beautiful, wonderful life that had abruptly come to a close. While he was talking, Hannah grabbed my arm. None of us were full out sobbing. This wasn't the time nor the place, so we just silently let the tears flow.
After the pastor was done speaking, friends of Meaghan were asked to leave, as the actual graveside was for family only. So, we all trod outside where we stand around, hug each other, and ask if someone other than yourself is okay. I swear, I was asked that more times than I can count. 60 or so hugs later, my team and I decide that we'll go to Megs favorite restaurant for lunch. Chick-fil-a. I remember when she smuggled an entire large sweet tea from Chick-fil-a into the movie theater when we saw Captain America.
While we were there, it seemed like everything was back to normal. Laughing, joking, smiling. Oblivious to the sadness that had yet to fall.
"So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls.
What I never did is done."
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