Frat Attack The Funeral

The clear blue skies were a gift from Sanina. The sky alone was enough to make anyone look up while the Eulogy was narrated by the open grave site with crying, wailing and remorseful sounds. But the sky was an intermediary release of the pain we all felt. For some I would say it was heaven's gate welcoming Sarinas carefree soul to God’s Kingdom. The most graceful site I ever noticed was the Bald Eagle soaring above gracefully. This for me at least was God’s way of saying to me, that Sarina will be avenged. The Eulogy was coming to an end and then dad cut in after all was completed saying “ There will be a gathering held at Romas Banquet Hall and that all are welcome to attend. Food, drink and memories are all available. Please honor our daughter and come for a social gathering.
Dad was direct but very welcoming with the invitation. Prior to dad’s announcement, roses were handed out and all immediate family laid a rose on Sarinas Casket. The remaining family and friends were able to place rose petals on Sarinas casket and say a prayer.
[ ] The entire funeral and ceremony was hard for everyone, more so, mom. Mom was shaking and crying the entire time, but dad and Bigs sandwiched her with their big brooding arms and squeezed her in a consoling way. Yet it also was a hug of upcoming retribution. At least that’s what I was thinking, but, strictly in an emotional moment as opposed to violence that her attackers would experience. I drifted off again up to the skies above, analyzing the Eagle as it circled on flight. I envisioned a tiny mouse in the field below him, with no foresight into the hell that was coming to him.
With that weird random moment of thought, I noticed my imagination was In full flight mode. I had a premonition of violence from a frat member in a crested sweater. It seemed like hours but I knew it was only a few fleeting seconds and I came back to the moment of sorrow around me. The funeral was dispersing quickly, and Uncle Bigs put his behemoth hand on my neck and brought me in for a long tight hug, whispering in my ear, one down, four to go, I love you nephew, never ever, forget that. He pulled away, wiping his eyes with a white hankie and clearing his throat.
I felt something, fear, and not sadness. I was not shedding tears, or swallowing hard or babbling. I was stuck on Uncle Bigs words” one down, four to go”. As we broke away from the grave site, and ambled slowly towards the family car, I glanced over to the left from the entrance of the cemetery road, and became paralyzed with overwhelming horror.
The Eagle from above, had taken aim at its Prey and was in a feeding frenzy. The Prey was actually a big tabby cat and there was absolutely no life at all left for the tabby. The blood, fur and I’m assuming intestines were spread out over a small area just off the road. Suddenly out of nowhere the cemetery crew came out with a big sheet and closed off the view of the passing funeral attendees as they walked by.
Now, hear me when I say horrific, because this scene is something that horror movies are made of. The cemetery crew brought out a white sheet and they did a good job of closing off the view, but every time the Eagle ripped into the carcass blood was cast off onto the sheet leaving so many bloody spots and stains it was ridiculous. I mean horrifically insane with the gruesome sheet covered in blood spatter.
I did manage to shake this off, but Uncle Bigs was pissed, as he was cursing and muttering about respect for his and the grieving family. Rightly so I muttered to myself all the while wondering about those words he told me earlier. “One down, four to go”. This phrase did actually linger the rest of the day for me and even at the Banquet Hall it replayed in my head.
After the first shot of Mezcal I started to relax and feel a bit more connected with the social aspect of a grieving family. Hugs were plenty along with some tears but mostly cordial and heartfelt conversations.
A few family members did bring up the white sheet the cemetery crew was holding up. That was dismissed quickly. A few prayers were said in select social circles here at the Banquet but everything was leveling off due to the food and liquor.
That’s when I overheard a conversation with my dad on the phone and Bigs with him too.
They approached me and asked me to ensure everyone gets home okay. I questioned this and was only told an urgent business matter needed attention.
I reflected on the Eagle in the sky and then the tabby that never had a chance. I then drifted again about that Frat sweater and the repercussions to ensue.