Today, I went to pay my respects. They were gathered around the covered grave. The Aunties, the cousins, his Mother and Father. Funerals in Hawaii attract dozens upon dozens of people. There wasn't much as far as tears, but the atmosphere was solemn.
Me, I stood off to the side. Being in the middle of the masses, uh-no, can't do it. I watched his Father holding up his Mother. My heart went out to them. Another needless death of a Teenager. He was driving fast and trying to impress his fifteen year old girlfriend. He missed a sharp turn, and the rest is history.
He was eighteen years old, and the passenger in his car? She sustained severe injuries. The young woman riding with him is in the critical care ward. She will live with his decision with each glance in the mirror. I understand she went through the windshield at high speed, of course, she wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
I saw his GHOST wandering through the crowds. He looked as surprised and devastated as anyone who is newly deceased. He seemed to ignore the other entities milling about. He was looking into the faces of those he left behind. It was obvious he knew what he had done. I could read it on his face, how "sorry" he was over his choice. Unfortunately, it is too late for him to be sorry.
There were Spectral beings following the guests around, and this is quite normal. All of us have loved ones who come to comfort us when we suffer. The GUARDIANS stood back, and allowed each person to grieve.
Grieving doesn't feel good, but it helps us to mature. Grieving helps us to appreciate our loved ones. Our Guardian Angels keep us close, but give us space to mourn, and mourning, we will all go through it at different times of our life. Someday, People will be grieving our passing.
I watched the children running around. They play quietly as the Adults mourn. The crowd is swelling with the living and the dead. I move away as some of the apparitions have taken note of me. This is neither the time nor the place to be confronted by the dead.
My eyes focus on the family of the young men. I hear the whispers, and the sorrow is building. Having already approached the family, I see the young man following me with his eyes. I smile at the Spectral Teen, and he understands.
I will be going back to his graveside tonight. I will listen to him, tonight. I hope to help him move on.