a tear dropped I felt the car come to a halt. I looked up and saw that we were at the cemetery. It had been a long drive due to the traffic on the bridge and then even more traffic traveling through San Francisco. I opened my door and Greg rushed around to my side to help me out of the car. I was so damn big that it was hard as hell for me to do anything. Greg grabbed a blanket out of the trunk and then grabbed my hand.
“I figured you would want to come here so I came prepared,” he said.
I just nodded my head and squeezed his hand as I walked alongside him towards the gravesite. Sage, Laela, Tone and Jah had all been buried side by side. My uncle had made sure of that and had paid a pretty penny to make sure that their headstones were special.
Once we got to their plots, I broke down. I couldn’t believe that I was staring at their names on headstones. This was my first time seeing Sage’s headstone as well so it was just a rush of emotions for me and now I didn’t think I was ready for this, but I was here now and the pain was unbearable.
Greg laid out the blanket and I dropped to my knees as he sat down on the side of me. He pulled a bottle of white Remy from his back pocket and cracked it open. I hated that I couldn’t smoke any weed right now because I could most definitely use some. I stared at each of their pictures on their headstones and they all looked so happy and full of life. At that moment, I completely broke down.
All of the emotions that I’d held in while being locked up came out. I didn’t ever really grieve and just let everything out because there was always somebody there that would be watching me, judging me or having pity on me. Now, at this moment, I was free to let everything that I had bottled up out. Greg was my brother for life and I knew I could be myself and reveal every broken piece of my soul. Every pain that I had, he had as well. He had lost the same people that I had and he’d had a special bond with each of them. Right there, in the middle of the cemetery, I let out every pain that I had. A gut-wrenching scream escaped from my soul as I mourned the loss of my family. The tears dropped down my face like streams from a waterfall, falling onto the headstones at my knees.
We stayed for about two hours as we talked and laughed and cried over and over, sharing stories and memories that we would always hold close to our hearts. After all the crying and screaming, my throat was raw and hoarse. Greg was tipsy and I didn’t think it was wise to let him drive. He was barely a drinker and I was sure he would be passed out before we got on the bridge. Greg stood up and then reached down so that he could help pull me up. Once I was on my feet, I kissed each of their graves and turned around following Greg. As we walked back to the car I said a small prayer for each of their souls. I also said one for me and Greg, that our hearts would one day heal from the pain of this loss and finally, I asked that God would allow Greg, B and Lexis to remain permanent in my life as well.
Chapter 4
T oday was the day of my doctor’s appointment and I was moving through the house lazily. It was hard as hell to pull myself from bed this morning. I’d tossed and turned all night due to nightmares and heartburn. I had called Lexis at 2 a.m. and made her come over. I couldn’t get comfortable living in this house alone, it was a strange place and I had nobody. I found myself just crying for nothing these days and I was just tired of being pregnant. I was ready to meet my child. Today I would find out what I was having and I couldn’t wait so I could start shopping and just finally having that reassurance of the sex would make me more comfortable.
I grabbed a pair of Victoria’s Secret PINK joggers and a hoodie and threw them on after lotioning my body as best as I could. By the time I had managed to pull my socks on, I was exhausted. I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. My bedroom was