My Cousin’s Funeral :: Personal Narrative Writing

My first full cousins FuneralI dreamt once that I was in love with my cousin pluck Campbell. In the dream, he was rosy and cherubic. When we kissed, he was soft. In the morning, my lips remembered purloins kisses. I felt the sensation dancing quietly tho above my skin, woven and brushed, standardised a cashmere sweater.I talked to my daddy all over instant messenger and told him that I had a dream that Rob was my lover. I didnt want to tell him this, embarrassed, but something take upmed to propel me forward. He typed his response, slowly. I waited. Thats O.K, the screen read. I dreamed a lot or so my pal when he died too.My grand capture Hank died one day in my bread and butter room. He fell out of bed and called to my mommy, singing on the iniquity air, Peggy, Peggy... No one heard him until it was the cusp of dark and light. There was a moment when he died. He was a fountain of coagulation and mucus. He was very pale and his skin looked like a molded frame of white rubber. I was 16 but I felt like an infant in that moment when my grandfather took his last breath. At Robs visiting hours, there is a reception line. His mother and father and sister and brother stand up next to the enclose. My dad and momhis uncle and auntare up there too, along with my paternal grandparents and my dads brother Mark. I sit in the back with my brother and his wife and my boyfriend. I watch as the room fills with people. The line toward the casket is jumbled and when people first enter the room, they dont see Rob. They see Debbie and Paul and Becky and Aaron first. Then, as the line straightens out, they see Rob, white and chalky. I watch as mouths open, lips quiver, eyes close, Robs apples jump, breaths halt. I olfactory modality bad watching their pain so I watch their hold instead. Hand to hand. Grasping hands of my dad and my grandfather. Strangers. Sweaty hands, clammy hands, nervous hands, dreary hands. At one point, my grandmother leaves the receiving lin e. She is wearing the purple flowered lay from J.C. Penney that she wore to my high school graduation. Susan, Im glad James and I got the flu shot, she whispers to me on her way to the bathroom.