Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 4, 2008 20:56:13 GMT -5
As she stepped out of her little car, Marinna could feel the immediate difference between the heated area of the vehicle and the cold air outside. Layered in clothing to keep warm, she shut the door and headed inside of the graveyard gates. In on hand she held a sealed envelope containing a letter to Jackson and in the other hand she had an old rebel flag. Jackson had always been a fan of the confederate flag, everything from his truck to his walls to even his belt buckle had some form of it. She had thought to bring another red rose and lay it down, but the idea of the snow instantly killing it convinced her otherwise.
Her face was already turning colors from the cold and if she hadn't have had on a pair of teal knit gloves, her fingers would have be bright pink due to the freezing temperatures. It hadn't been snowing, but the snow on the ground remained from the last snow fall because of the extreme temperature out. Her head was covered with a teal knitted boggin, her upper body was covered by a brown, white and teal patterned sweater underneath a brown puffy, snow jacket with a fur-rimmed hood. A pair of thermals were under a pair of thick blue jeans and the jeans were tucked into a pair of tan snow boots. Only the crunch of snow could be heard as she stepped around the many graves that lay scattered about.
Jackson's plot could be spotted from where she was standing, it was the freshest grave in the whole yard. There hadn't been a new snow fall yet to cover the plot like the others around it. Much like Jackson always had, his grave stood out from the rest. Covered in different flower arrangements and other tokens left around the headstone, it was a beautiful site. It was what lay underneath that was horrible to even think about. Slowly, she walked over and kneeled down next to the plot. "Jackson, I will never get why..." she stopped for a second as she lay the note at the headstone and let a single tear roll down her cheek. Pulling herself together, she finished her sentence, "I'll never get why you had to do this. I wish you would have at least gave me a reason. I can't help but blame myself." As she finished she stuck the flag in the ground and took another deep breath, "How can I let go?"
Her face was already turning colors from the cold and if she hadn't have had on a pair of teal knit gloves, her fingers would have be bright pink due to the freezing temperatures. It hadn't been snowing, but the snow on the ground remained from the last snow fall because of the extreme temperature out. Her head was covered with a teal knitted boggin, her upper body was covered by a brown, white and teal patterned sweater underneath a brown puffy, snow jacket with a fur-rimmed hood. A pair of thermals were under a pair of thick blue jeans and the jeans were tucked into a pair of tan snow boots. Only the crunch of snow could be heard as she stepped around the many graves that lay scattered about.
Jackson's plot could be spotted from where she was standing, it was the freshest grave in the whole yard. There hadn't been a new snow fall yet to cover the plot like the others around it. Much like Jackson always had, his grave stood out from the rest. Covered in different flower arrangements and other tokens left around the headstone, it was a beautiful site. It was what lay underneath that was horrible to even think about. Slowly, she walked over and kneeled down next to the plot. "Jackson, I will never get why..." she stopped for a second as she lay the note at the headstone and let a single tear roll down her cheek. Pulling herself together, she finished her sentence, "I'll never get why you had to do this. I wish you would have at least gave me a reason. I can't help but blame myself." As she finished she stuck the flag in the ground and took another deep breath, "How can I let go?"
Mercedes Ann Kearney Eighteen Taken