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One night stands were Yora's thing. Michael Jackson was no different. One night was all they had.
*Dissociative Identity Disorder*
A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct per...
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Friday Afternoon
❣︎ Yora ❣︎
The dove flew over everyone's head as it was released into the air. It was free now. Just like Gran.
The service actually helped. Being surrounded by people who Gran had touched during her time here was nice. It still stung, but it made me happy.
Ta'rae draped her arm over my shoulder and handed me a tissue. I lightly dapped my eyes of its tears as we watch her casket lowered into the ground. It brought me back to six months ago when I had to watch my mother get buried.
I secretly hoped that somewhere in some kind of afterlife they were reunited.
Her casket reached the the bottom and that was when people started to hug everyone and part ways. Ta'rae and I stayed behind and watch as they shoveled the dirt back into the hole. We felt like we had to. Almost like we had to make sure she was secure before we left her.
I knelt down and touched the dirt that covered her grave.
"I promise I'll come see you. I'll tell you everything like I always have. It won't be the same without you, but I know you're still with me." I said in barely a whisper.
Almost on queue, a small ladybug flew on me. I didn't know if that was a sign, but I took it as one.
Besides, Gran always loved when ladybugs would land on her plants. She loved looking at them.
Yeah. This was a sign.
Ta'rae called from behind me, signaling that it was time to go. I stood up, wanting to stay a little longer but I knew it was time for her to Rest In Peace.
As much as I know she loved me, she deserved that peace.
I jogged slightly to catch up with her on the way to her car. When I reached her, she sighed dramatically. "Well it's done now. Thanks to Michael." She stated.
The mention of his name caused me a tense up slightly. Now that the funeral was over, I had a date with him coming up. I still couldn't get over how selfish and insensitive he was for that, but he has given me a total of forty-seven thousand dollars.
Not that you can put a price on me, but maybe I could give him a little bit of my time. Just an evening.
