The Days Before She Died

My name is Lucas Hunt,
The chances are you’ve never heard of me, never met me, and don’t even know who I am. I was a boy; I am now a man, with scruffy brown hair, big blue eyes and a body that all girls adore. This all means nothing to me. I don’t need or want the girls anymore, because the girl I truly love died. Rose is dead. I try not to think of her as dead, because she’s still alive in my heart. I live with the painful thoughts of her death, and the happiness of her smile. It’s the greatest of contradictions. That’s what I remember most though, her smile. But at least I Know that she died a happy woman because of what we did in the days before she died…


26. The Funeral - Samantha's Point Of View

Samanthas POV

Dear Diary,

It was 9.22am, Father was running late. He had been trying his very best to raise us since mother died, but I understand that he was been very upset. Mother arranged her own funeral before her last few days, Father said she paid every penny. That was mothers style from what I came to understand about her. She was so kind. Adopting my brother and I.

Today, although sad, was everything that mother would’ve ever wanted. On the drive to the place, no one spoke. Not a single word. Only the whimpers and cries of family members were to be heard. I tried to ignore the tears that streaked my cheeks.

At the crematorium I began to cry harder, but Father hardly shed a tear. Everything in the place was so beautiful. The funeral lady spoke about mother.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Mrs Rose Hunt, a woman that fought for life and for a cure of Lymphoma.

Rose was a happy woman, from what you have told me, she had many life ambitions that her cancer restricted her from doing. Lucas has given me his speech to read to you all.

My Rose,

Not a day went by in my life when I didn't think about Rose, and a day shant go by now when I wont think of her. She was my everything. I had no family, but that didn't matter because I had Rose. She gave me a family, we raised Samantha, Sam and Petal in the times of her illness and although they may not be her blood relations I don't care, they remind me of her.

Of the happy times we spent on the beach, doing things that she loved to do. Swimming rock pooling and other things. I cant go into detail because these were our little secrets.

When Rose was diagnosed I thought it was the end, just like that. But it wasn’t! We saw some of the wonders of the earth during her diagnosis time, travelled, started a business, got married and had kids. We did a lifetime in a few weeks.

That lifetime is all in my head, in memories, photographs and in our children. Love will never stop at death, and I will never stop loving Rose.

That was the account of Rose’s life by Lucas Hunt, her husband. We would now like you to pray to Rose and say you’re last goodbye before we take her to heaven...” The woman read from her pre-made booklet.

I said my last goodbye in a whisper.

“Mother, I know you can hear me. At least I hope that you can hear me. This isn’t a goodbye, this is a hello. You may be dead, and I may have only been your daughter for a few short days but I know that we will meet again. I will talk to you in prayer, so goodbye and hello mother. Thank you for adopting me.” I whispered.

We walked out of the crematorium and kissed the coffin.

“That was a beautiful piece of writing father.” I whispered.

“Thanks Samantha, call me dad if you want.” He smiled, his eyes were full of tears from the funeral.

“Thanks dad.” I whispered as he pulled all of us kids into a family hug.

“No problem daughter.”

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