The drive seemed endless like we would never get to the cemetery. Part of me wished that was true. This way I did not have to face the reality that Leo was gone and would never come back. Consumed with my thoughts, I then notice the time. It took about 25 minutes for everyone to gather at the cemetery.
As I stepped out of the car I was greeted by Leo’s parents, who asked that we sit with them. Our shared sorrow made it impossible for me to sit anywhere else. We all needed one another.
Once everyone gathered, the bishop gives another blessing and asks all of us to place our roses next to Leo’s final resting place, but before that Leo’s parents stand and spread some of his ashes from the small box. You see, Leo had to be cremated due to the extent of the injuries he sustained in the accident. The rest of his ashes will remain with his parents. I can’t say I blame the Dancys for wanting to keep a piece of their son with them.
Then it all began to hit me. This is it. Leo is being put to rest forever, and I will never see him again.
Why? Why? I’m so angry!
Mia, get a hold of yourself. Breathe, now.
Oh, why did this have to happen? Leo and I were so happy. How am I ever going to make it without him?
“Okay, everyone,” the bishop’s voice broke through my thoughts. “We will conclude at the Dancys’ home.”
Wait. It’s over? No, no, no! So, this is it!
No, I refuse to accept this.
Just then I felt my mother’s hand on my arm. “Mia, are you okay?”
I nodded absently. “Yes, I’m fine, Mom.” I bit my lower lip again and looked all around the crowd of faces in the cemetery.
Her grip tightened. “Mia, you’re not fine.”
“Why did you say that?”
“Honey, I’m your mother, and I know.”
I rolled my eyes and stuck out my lower lip. “I’m fine. Okay?” I tried to shake her hand away.
“Mary, she says she’s fine!” Dad exclaimed.
I turned to him and smile. “Thank you, Daddy.” “You’re welcome.” He smiled back.
“Oh, here we go. Both of you pitted against me again.” My mother sighed and began to walk away.
“Come on, Mia,” said Dad. “Daddy, I need a moment.”
“Take all the time you need, honey,” Dad said, and turned to catch up with my mother.
I watched him walk away for a moment, and then I moved toward Leo’s parents.
Mrs. Dancy wiped tears from her eyes. I placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Mia, I don’t know what I’m going to do without him.” We both began to cry.
“I know. I feel the same. I’m so lost.”
“Come on, you two,” called Mr. Dancy. He had been crying.
“Leo was one amazing son and was growing into a wonderful
young man. We will keep him in our hearts forever,” cried Mrs. Dancy.
I will always love you, Leo. How will I go on?