Forgetting - Part 10

It's one week later and I'm beside my parents and brother dressed all in black. My mother can't stop crying, my father is as cold and distant as rock, and Eric looks as if he may explode any minute. I have no idea how I look. A mess probably. I can't tell if I'm crying anymore. An indescribable emptiness fills my soul as I stare without blinking at the stone that marks my anguish.

Kimberly Anne Brook
1990-2008
-Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. -

It's as if half of me is missing, half of me is dead. The quote was Kim's favourite part of Catcher in the Rye. She would always read that paragraph out loud, no matter if anyone was around to hear or not.

I'm upset because there is no mention anywhere of the kid she would have had. Not on the stone, not at the funeral service or the wake. Jesse didn't even show up. They talked about her college acceptance, about how tragically young she died, and even about how she loved to film her life. They didn't say that she had ecclampsia, which triggered the seizure that killed her. They never said she died because of the baby. To everyone else, there never was a baby.