The Funeral ((Open))

[thomas_small]

It's been gently raining intermittently since yesterday, not oppressively, but just enough to make the air cool and soft. It's done very little to make the morning fog escape the coast, too, letting it just lull there in a half-sleep

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[irish_pipes]

Theresa walks slowly toward the casket, still in shock. First her father, which she's still refusing to blieve her father was actually dead, and now Tom. The only family she ever had was now gone.

She pauses a few feet away from the casket and takes a deep breath. She takes the last few remaining steps.

"Tom," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe you're gone. I'm going to miss ye Uncle."

She lays the single red rose in her hands in the casket.

[eamon_odonnell]

Eamon puts a hand to her shoulder, even if just to let her know she has someone there to lean on if she wants. "Ye going to be okay, Terry?"

[irish_pipes]

Theresa looks over and blinks. It takes a few minutes for her brain to register that this is Eamon. "I can't believe he's gone, Eamon. First my da and now Tom."

[eamon_odonnell]

"I know. I can't imagine what it's like." He's fairly sure it hasn't completely registered with her yet.

[irish_pipes]

"Tom always found a way to survive," she continues. She wraps her arms around herself.

[eamon_odonnell]

"Aye, he did." Finally cheated death one time too many. He doesn't take his hand from Theresa's shoulder. "Ye'll be staying in Ireland until the burial, I suppose?"

[irish_pipes]

She nods. "Aye. I'll be staying at the Keep until after the burial."