His face of cold stone,
My fingers caressing his cheek to feel of warm flesh but disappointed by the hardness of death.
They pose him to eternal slumber, while I see it as eternal pain.
Stuffed and as a dummy, I couldn't compose myself.
My body trembling as I grasp onto the casket, fighting the treacherous tears, and holding my soul from breaking down. This is it. This is the last time I will see him before he's buried for good.
As much as I debated attending this event, I regret it as it only made me think of things I should have said to him when he was alive.
"It was never your fault. When I was younger I didn't understand that you were only protecting me," I whispered to him. "I never wanted you to die not knowing that I've always love you no matter what you've done. I never wanted you to regret anything. And I'm sorry I left. I love you."