Last Friday-- The Wakes

After trekking in the rain to get 50 new blank CD-Rs and a new bottle of Mega Men vitamins from GNC, i headed back to Queens for the wakes. It was obvious to me that i would attend C's mother's wake, and check in on Brother Jules' wake afterwards (they were both held in the same funeral home, and both attended my childhood church).

It was as sad and somber as anything to do with death can be. A large amount of people showed up to support C’s mother’s family – mother, sister and brother that i know of. I sat in the back for much of the service, but ended up in the front towards the end. Her body looked nothing like her. Her face look deflated and a lot of makeup was added to it making her look less human. As I sat in my new place, her daughter was pulled from her wanderings, In and out of the chapel, onto the sofa next to me. She was drawing with a pencil on a pamphlet, which prompted me to give her my little notebook to draw on.

This is what she drew:


She looked very tired like she hardly slept most of last week. I wonder what was going on in her 7-year-old head.