“A few hours ago, Joceline Brown, a mother of one, committed suicide with a noose. Investigators speculate that she was under intense stress after her husband, Darrel Brown, was killed in a car accident. Further investigations will be made.”
We stood in the rain, mourning her death. I remember the cool flow of rainwater on my face, slowly carrying my sorrow away. I had nothing to live for, as now both my father and mother were gone. My aunt was going to take care of me, as she was my only relative. I can remember them lowering the coffin into the grave, where Joceline could rest in peace alongside Darrel. I can remember everything like it was yesterday.
After the funeral, I wondered why they had to die, and why were their demises were so abrupt and uncalled for. They were parted by death, parted in a way no one wants to be. But that night, after I fell asleep, I had a dream. In my dream, there was a wonderful and majestic ballroom, void of any people. In through each side stepped in a person. On one side there was a woman wearing a crystal blue dress, and on the other side stepped out a man wearing an intense red suit. After looking closely, I saw that the woman was my mother and the man was my father.
They then met at the center of the room and began dancing. Starting out slowly, they took their time as they gradually sped up. Finally, they burst into a beautiful flowing dance, leaving a trail of blue and red all over the room. As the dream went on, everything began to shift out of focus but I realized, that although neither of them were still with us in this life, they were both in a better place, wherever that may be.