I Went
I went to the veiwing. I walked into the funeral home with my fiancee and daughter, and Lisa was the only body in any of the rooms. A man was leaving as we approached, he kept his head down and his face sheilded. I think he was crying.
I go into the room. The furniture is tacky at best. Floral print, overstuffed couches that are somehow suppossed to come off as classy. They are coarse when you rest your elbows on the arms. There are boxes of tissues on every available space. The boxes are decorated with flowers too, like somehow assaulting your eyeballs with all this floral is going to make you feel better.
My fiancee stood with my daughter off to the side, so that I could approach alone. I walked up slowly, but firmly. I was here, and I would do what I had come for. I notice that the carpet under my feet is also covered in flowers of the beige variety.
When I get to the shiny wooden ship that is destined to sail Lisa's body to her forever it's hard to make myself look in. But I do.
AND ITS NOT LISA!
Well, it is, but it isn't. The funeral home massacered my beautiful mama #2. The glue they used for her eyes was gobbed in her eyelashes. It made her mouth pucker like she had bitten into something more sour then death. Her eyebrows were filled in with a pencil four shades darker then the tufts of soft light brown hair on her head. There is a yellow substance, iodine maybe, smeared up her neck and onto her cheek. Her hands are placed together, in the traditional style, yet there is an inch gap between them.
Grotesque. I was furious. The tears started due to my anger, how could they do this to someone so beautiful in life? But they ended in sorrow. She was gone, she didn't deserve any of this. She was only 41....she had battled with cancer for 10 years, how did it win?
I was in, and then I was out. Quick. The waiting area outside the room was also adorned in a macrabe assortment of flowers. Eternal flowers...they would never die, despite all the death that passed by them.
I didn't want the image in my head of my mama #2 to be that...that....desecration of beauty...so I left as soon as I had registered the mistake I had made. And, when I think back, I can still see her laying there, but an image of her smiling and laughing shines brighter.
And this smiling, laughing Lisa...is surrounded by a stale, fabric, flower garden.
I go into the room. The furniture is tacky at best. Floral print, overstuffed couches that are somehow suppossed to come off as classy. They are coarse when you rest your elbows on the arms. There are boxes of tissues on every available space. The boxes are decorated with flowers too, like somehow assaulting your eyeballs with all this floral is going to make you feel better.
My fiancee stood with my daughter off to the side, so that I could approach alone. I walked up slowly, but firmly. I was here, and I would do what I had come for. I notice that the carpet under my feet is also covered in flowers of the beige variety.
When I get to the shiny wooden ship that is destined to sail Lisa's body to her forever it's hard to make myself look in. But I do.
AND ITS NOT LISA!
Well, it is, but it isn't. The funeral home massacered my beautiful mama #2. The glue they used for her eyes was gobbed in her eyelashes. It made her mouth pucker like she had bitten into something more sour then death. Her eyebrows were filled in with a pencil four shades darker then the tufts of soft light brown hair on her head. There is a yellow substance, iodine maybe, smeared up her neck and onto her cheek. Her hands are placed together, in the traditional style, yet there is an inch gap between them.
Grotesque. I was furious. The tears started due to my anger, how could they do this to someone so beautiful in life? But they ended in sorrow. She was gone, she didn't deserve any of this. She was only 41....she had battled with cancer for 10 years, how did it win?
I was in, and then I was out. Quick. The waiting area outside the room was also adorned in a macrabe assortment of flowers. Eternal flowers...they would never die, despite all the death that passed by them.
I didn't want the image in my head of my mama #2 to be that...that....desecration of beauty...so I left as soon as I had registered the mistake I had made. And, when I think back, I can still see her laying there, but an image of her smiling and laughing shines brighter.
And this smiling, laughing Lisa...is surrounded by a stale, fabric, flower garden.
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