That Kate Girl

I really thought that Em would have taken Jack back, but she didn’t. In fact as the days went by she was becoming her own single ‘life of the party’ girl self again. And the boys sure were digging it. We were having so much fun, and in a way I was kind of glad I had my girl back again.

And then almost a week ago her Grandma passed away. She was just devastated. Her and her Grandma were really close (pretty sure her Grandma – or Celia, as everyone calls her – was quite the party girl herself back in the day). I could tell she was trying to be strong for her family, but she wasn’t doing a great job of it. Oh, my poor girl, I just wished that I could take away the pain. It wasn’t that long ago that her Grandpa died and then her and Jack breaking up and now this; she’s been through a hell of a lot this year.

The funeral was beautiful. And there was a lot of people. Celia knew everyone (or more like everyone knew Celia). She was a bit of a rock star back in her day I think. It was held outside, under a beautiful blue sky, on a slightly breezy day. There were coloured flowers everywhere, and not one person wore black. It was Celia to a tee. Emma looked lifeless that day, even after the funeral I could tell her mind was elsewhere. Nonetheless, all the people that mattered to her and her family were there. 

Since she’s been a lot better, though she’s definitely down in the dumps. I know she’s been hanging out with Jack quite a bit, just as friends from what I hear, and I think it’s been doing her a world of good. It just breaks my heart to see one of my closest friends so sad. 

Celia Thatcher, Rest In Peace.