You attend the funeral. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections
Princess Benedikte left a heart shaped wreath for her beloved late husband, Prince Richard of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg, at his funeral on March 21st, 2017.
The couple met at the wedding of Princess Beatrix and Prince Claus of the Netherlands in 1966. They were married in February 1968 after a brief engagement, and were married for 49 years. Together they had three children and four grandchildren.
Pyo Jihoon(PO)’s mother has passed away from a chronic disease.
While Pyo Jihoon and his family were participating in her funeral with sadness in their hearts, and said his last farewells to his mother.
To the family of the deceased, the procedure of the funeral will be kept confidential to the media and to the fans and the coffin will be buried on the 29th in the morning. We won’t say anything else aside from that. All of the fans, please give us your understanding.
Author’s note: I have no shame in saying I cried and had to take several
breaks writing this. It hurt like a bitch. However, this does conclude the
ending of Something Peculiar, but who knows…I could possibly do more to this in
the future with a separate series, if this is something you guys would like. I
want to thank you all for your endless love for the series, reblogs, likes,
asks, messages and silent support. Thank you <3 Missed the last part? Here.
It’s been a while’ Newt said, as he sat down.
*The day of Y/N’s funeral*
It had been arranged that she would be buried in a
beautiful little cemetery in Oxford. She’d been born there and it only seemed
fitting to bring her home to her birthplace.
In a small cottage, Newt was stood by the window,
looking out at the weather.
The sun was splitting the trees, shining down. Just like Y/N does. He
thought. Did. He
A week had passed since her death; Newt had buried
himself into avoiding the idea that she wasn’t going to be there. But that
became an impossibility.
Firstly, his creatures in the case could sense
Newt’s sadness, Pickett would sit on his shoulder and ask for her. But he
couldn’t bear to tell him that she wouldn’t be coming home. The Niffler which
had been awfully fond of her, it had managed to rummage through his belongings,
dragging a photo of him and her and plonking it on his lap. But all Newt could
do was shake his head.
Secondly, the sympathetic looks Queenie, Tina and
Jacob would exchange with him. They were an ever constant reminder.
Queenie had been the first one to rush to his aid
at the MACUSA building upon seeing his fallen wife. She wrapped her arms around
him and tried her best to soothe the pained noises he made.
Last of all was his last connection to her – their
son. Queenie and Tina pitched in with him; but every time he looked at him,
Newt saw her in his eyes and that only hurt the open wound he felt.
‘We should get to the church’ Queenie’s
voice said softly behind him, trying not to startle him.
He turned and saw her with the baby in her arms
and merely nodded.
One by one, Newt, Queenie, Tina, Jacob, fellow
co-workers in The Ministry of Magic, wizards and witches from MACUSA, even
Madame Picquery (much to Newt’s unhappiness) herself aligned themselves outside
the church, waiting for her arrival.
The hearse arrived around the corner. Newt inhaled
sharply – he wasn’t prepared for this.
Through the window, he could see sunflowers laid
upon the top of her coffin. ‘Sunflowers are the happiest of flowers! How
can you not smile when you see them?’ She’d
told him once upon a time.
The pallbearers pulled the coffin out slowly and
gently, as if she wasn’t broken.
They lead the way into the church, Newt followed
and everyone else shadowed him.
The Minister made it a charming service for her.
He boasted about her like she was the rarest jewel in the world. Newt’s boss
told a beautiful anecdote to emphasize just what a wonder she was. There wasn’t
a dry eye in the room – but Newt’s. It was like he couldn’t comprehend she
wasn’t coming back. It felt like a lie.
The Minister called on Newt to speak, he got up
and stood by the podium, opening his mouth to speak.
‘Y/N…w-w-what can I-i-i say about her?’ He started
nervously, eyes looking down onto the wooden podium, avoiding everyone’s
pitiful eyes on him.
The words came hard and fast.
‘I met her just after I left New York,
accidentally knocked her off her feet rushing into work’ He scoffed, eyebrows
furrowing down, focusing intently on the podium.
‘As soon as I looked at her, I was done for. I’ve
never met a girl with prettier eyes than hers and her smile melts – melted my
heart. I’d have done anything for her in that instant. I never wanted to let
her go. I wanted to protect her’
His eyes welled with tears and he glanced at the
‘But I failed, I couldn’t keep her safe. I let her down’ His voice broke, as he remembered
turning around and seeing her lifeless body crumpled in front of him.
Queenie stood up and dashed to his side, clinging
to her, he broke, the realisation his wife wasn’t returning hit him in full
‘I can’t do this without her. I can’t Queenie, I
just can’t’ He pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
‘Ssssh, I know honey. I know’ She soothed, hugging
The ceremony was soon over, Queenie held Newt’s
hand guiding him out behind Y/N’s coffin, leading him out to the cemetery where
she was to be laid to rest.
The burial was kept between Newt, Queenie, Tina,
holding his son and Jacob.
One after another, they left, until it was just
him, Tina and his son.
‘I’m so sorry Newt’ Tina whispered, looking down
at the hole in the ground.
Newt shook his head ‘It wasn’t your fault’
He looked up and their eyes met, he glanced at the
bundle in her arms.
‘May I hold my son?’ He asked.
Tina nodded, gently placing him in Newt’s arms.
placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing it before departing, leaving
Newt and his baby alone.
Newt, tearfully, started talking to the sleeping
‘I’m sorry. I let your mummy down by not keeping
her out of harms way and I’m letting you down by not being there for you.
You’re the most wonderful thing to happen to me and I’m going to be there every
step of the way for you. Your mummy was something special – she was my sparkle.
You’re blessed with that sparkle and I’m going to keep it shining’ The baby
stirred a little, before snuggling back into his blanket.
‘Now what can we name you; we can’t keep calling
you baby forever, can we?’ He said, a small smile falling onto his lips.
The little boy came over and sat with his dad.
‘Daddy, what are we doing here?’ He asked, innocently
Newt looked at him and replied ‘We’re here to see
Mummy, we haven’t seen her in so long’
The little boy crawled into his lap ‘What was she
like Daddy?’ His bright Y/E/C eyes gleaming in the sunlight.