The Heartless Enigma

Rumor doesn't ruin my moonlight...

Well, We laid Blaze's Grandmother to the ground today. I don't believe I've ever seen a more beautiful casket. The vault was beautiful as well. Brilliant White with pink roses engraved over the entire vault. I entered the funeral home today and went to give roses to Blaze and her Mother. The family was seated behind a curtian which I had to come arround to see them. Let me tell you, I've never felt more uncomfortable in my life. I can endure much, I use to work security in a bad bad part of town and that wasn't as bad. It was as if I was standing infront of a firing squad. I handed two single roses, one to Blaze, one to her Mother. I didn't know what to do else, Blaze accepted the rose with a smile and a look that she was glad that I was there. Her mother on the other hand looked as if she was about to stab me in the chest. It's ok though, I wasn't there for her bitch ass Mother. I was there for Blaze. But apparently I am good for something. I was asked by the Mom to gather the flowers after the graveside service. Yeah, I'm not good enough for her daughter, but apparently I'm a great care-taker. Later, after I was gone, she asked Blaze if I was arround.....aparently she was wondering if I could fix her lawnmower. No, I'm not kidding. Even after a year, and after Blaze has told her time and time again that my nationality was Thai, while I was gathering flowers with Blaze, she was sitting eating with the relatives and laughing about me...saying I was aparently "Samoan...." yeah, they got a real kick out of that. I'm sure the word "Lynch Mob" is the same in my "native tongue..." My Father told me that a funeral is no time to start a confrontation...his words and my Fiance are the reason I didn't shoot flames from my eyes at that group of ignorant hicks....