I see that rainbow, just as she drew it and look to Chad with overwhelming gratefulness. “Thank you, bro,” Is all I can say, words thick in my throat as I hold back my tears.
“No problem, man. It was an honor,” he says, and pulls Mya up to stand beside me. I trace her name in a beautiful font with her birthday and nothing else.
I spend a few minutes with her alone, telling her goodbye, and placing my letter near the casket with all the line drawings from my guys. There is a small basket there for these items that the mortician will place inside before locking the casket. I look at the letter and read it for the millionth time today, hoping it is perfect for this finality.
My last moments here alone with her are private and for me. I just pray to God she heard them.
The service was beautiful and done with class. There was so much love for her there and it was felt by everyone. At the mausoleum, I stayed until they told me I had to move to finish sealing her in.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to watch her seal up in her final rest right on their heels. I was scared some unseen evil force would come and take her again, so I walked two mausoleums over where my Ma is entombed as they sealed my girl in.
I was alone here, in peace, for the first time in the last week. I cried as I thought of her. I prayed for peace for Deja, Pop, and myself. I spent those last few moments with her until she was safely entombed beside my ma and grandparents. I kissed the stone that sealed her in knowing her plaque would be in a few weeks from now. I went to my moms and placed my hand on her name and begged her to keep Kace safe for me until I got there.
