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    This is My Family…Chapter 36

     Bette felt the hardness of the seat. She was sitting on the toilet holding Tina’s letter, locked away from the masses outside. The bathroom was very quiet and it disturbingly
    reminded her of a morgue, so white so still so quiet. But she stayed there and held the envelope, using her free hand to open it up. Earlier she came home holding Tina, holding the
    cool pottery, the small plain vase that held the ashes of her only love. As she stepped intot he house chaos ensued. Dana, kit, and Alice masses around Bette crying and touching
    the vase, Bette held it firmly to her chest. She felt strangely protective over it. Shane and Jenny hung back, their expressions unreadable. But Bette knew Shane would be deeply hurt, she
    always expected Tina to outlive all of them…she was Shane’s idol in some ways. But Bette was in no was able to properly deal with each person, each friend, she had just seen the
    dead body T and seen it burn in a box to dust. Life was literally ashes to ashes. So she hugged the vase to her chest and quickly sat on the sofa, her sister all over her consoling. Bette
    was calm though and as much as she was euhporic seeing all of them, it was draining. So Bette decided to get to the point. After the greetings and so sorry and the tears, Bette
    clears her throat and the room goes quiet. Angelica has stuffed cotton in her ears as she refilled picthers of punch, she does not want to hear her mother discussed and refuses to
    look at that ominous vase Bette holds so tightly. “T has been cremated and…i tihnk we should spread her ashes somewhere really nice, a place where she would like” Nods go
    around but then Alice pipes up that maybe each of them could have a vial of some ashes. The rest nod at this too. Bette is horrified….divide Tina?…not in a million years. “no way, that
    is completely out of the question…i’m not dividing T up” Kit nods but gently says that Tina is no longer here, it would be nice, and her body was cremated. At that several emotions
    rush through her…anger at Kit for not supporting her, anger at Alice for even thinking of dividing Tina, anger at Angelica for not saying anything, protective over her love’s ashes, and
    a sorrow twisting into something else…something that makes her head feel like concrete and her body light like air. Bette shakes her head and stands up…”i can’t deal with all you
    right now so im gonna take a minute” Nobody stops her. She takes Tina with her, feeling paranoid and suspicious that someone would steal it. So she was sitting now at the toilet
    seat opening the letter….Bette prayed it would not tear her up more than she was now….she unfolds and reads the first page.

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    Comments

    1. thank you for writing a story that is so totally different from all the rest (especially one that never seems to end). the story is truly touching and you wrote ‘death’ as a beautiful release rather than something morbid and sad. the love of these two people will forever lives on. pls give courage to bette and angie to move on and ensure that angie comes out a better and even perhaps a part of tina’s strength in her and as for bette, let her be strong and firm with angie but at the same time, love angie with the same love she had for her mother and nurture her to be the person that tina would want angie to grow up to be. :D

    2. I don’t comment often…but I just had to tell you how amazing this story is. I’ve been choked up more than once when reading the past few chapters. Wonderful story, please continue.

    3. “Life was beautiful”…
      And so is your writing.
      Even if my eyes are full of tears, even if the thought of such a final goodbye to someone so deeply cherished is something incredibly moving, your magnificent way to bring sweetness of Nature’s simple beauties in the middle of the saddest event that can ever happened is something admirable.

      Thank you for your few personal words about your especially deep connection with such event. That’s what I felt indeed : nobody could write this way without having cross mourning time.
      As you show so well, someone who was truly loved will stay alive in hearts and minds : that’s the only possible eternity – and so your father is still alive too, thanks to you and people who loved him.
      Love and memories are timeless – more powerful then death itself. That’s the big comforting thought…

      Thank you, Cassandra, and cheer up.

    4. From an Angel on high
      a tender message of love was softly whispered into the ear
      of this humble scribe….

      Weep not for me
      now that I have passed.
      Remember the laughter, the affection, the joy
      not just the recent tears.
      Cherish the memories, our hopes and dreams.
      Hold fast to the love that we shared.
      Be happy with the time we spent together
      and being anew.
      For I am not really gone,
      I am closer than ever before.
      As the morning sun rises
      and throughout the busy day…I am with you.
      Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon
      and we watch the day turn into night…I am here.
      You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber
      as I gently kiss your forehead, “Good night.”
      The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky
      help me watch over you and keep you from harm.
      I am the wind in the trees
      and the song of a bird.
      I am moonbeams in a midnight sky
      and a glorious rainbow after the storm.
      I am morning dew
      and freshly-fallen snow.
      I am a butterfly flying overhead
      and a puppy happily at play.
      I am a smile on a stranger’s face
      a gentle touch
      a warm embrace.
      Listen to the wind for my message of love.
      Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me.
      Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories.
      Open your heart to know…I am not gone.
      Reach deep into your soul…You will find me.
      I am here.
      Have no fear.
      I am with you,
      Always.

      My Bother
      (1962-1993)

    5. couldn’t comment had to cry first and breathe your a wonderful writer and woman to put so much feelings into this story the shock and pain will go away in time to a certain degree-it’s been 15 yrs since my dad died and i can still cry a drop of the hat-but all the readers will survive right along with bette and and angie keep writing expecting great things to come

    6. Cass,
      Thank you so much for sharing this horrendous moment in your life and for making it inspirational.
      I only hope that writing it give you comfort and strength as it does to your readers.
      Be strong.
      Your loyal fan.
      PS – Keep ’em coming as this story is soo addictive.

    7. Sniff! Sniff OMG! Hey Cass OMG I’m crying too Yes this is really Sad It’s so BREATHTAKING TO READ I’m really Sad and it’s breaking MY Heart to read OMG! Cass Thank you It’s really Beautiful written as Always her to read you’re Story Please continue.

    8. Wow ur description of such a sad event was so beautiful, I forgot to mourn Tina. It’s as if her death is a beautiful transition — nothing to cry over but be celebrated because now they had the garden to enjoy and be with Tina in a beautiful, serene place. Thank you for a obviously different but great story.

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