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It Was Meant To Be:Part Nineteen
thanks for reading it. its still not exciting but im trying to make the story longer so that when it does get exciting i actually have alot to write lol. dedicated to all who read my stories and like them and to other writers to, even if you dont like my stories lol i like all your stories anyway. and of course to michael. the only reason for this site. thank you and enjoy.-sarah It was the day of my motherâ??s funeral and i woke up at 9am with a huge lump in my stomach. I was dreading today not only because it was the time i would actually bury my mother but because i was scared that the day would be ruined by media. Luckily yesterday i arranged for police to help us but will that be enough. It was rare Michael was in Ireland so the media here would do anything to get to talk to him or even a single picture. We still werenâ??t public yet because the interview wasnâ??t going to be realised until this Friday so people still wondered why he was here and who i was. In America they already had an idea that we were a couple because we werenâ??t seen without each other but here the media wanted to know everything and would do anything in their power just to get an answer and if that means ruin a funeral then so be it. Like i said it was 9am and my alarm had woken me and Michael up. Me: (rolling over and hitting the alarm) ugh.. Michael: (cuddling into me) uhh..10 more minutes.. Me: you can have 10 more minutes but i have to have a shower.. Michael: (rolling over and hugging the blankets) take your time Me: (smiling) lazy.. I went and got in the shower. i took about 20 minutes and i got out and wrapped a towel around me. I could hear people in the kitchen and i walked out and Michael wasnâ??t in the bed anymore. I started to get dressed and do my make-up when Michael walked in with two cups of coffee in his hands. Michael: (putting the cups on the dressing table and kissing me) here you go.. Me: aw thank you.. Michael: (taking off his robe and peeking out of the curtains) the press are up early. Me: (walking over to the window) what? Ugh they really donâ??t care about the situation do they? Michael: are you crazy they donâ??t care about anyone.. Me: (laughing) well they love you.. Michael: (smiling) they love annoying me.. Michael started to get dressed. He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie. I had to tie it for him because he still couldnâ??t get the hang of it. I done that and he went downstairs to meet my brothers and Declan, they had the job of carrying the coffin when it needed carrying. I was dressed and just finished up getting ready. I was wearing black skinny jeans, black flats, a black dressy top and my black coat. I stood in the mirror looking at myself still in disbelief that i was actually burying my own mother today. I went downstairs and met with everybody. I saw my father standing by the now closed coffin with his hand on it. He was holding a beautiful picture of my mother and was just silently staring at it. I walked up beside him and put my hand on the top of his back. Me: i love that picture of her.. Dad: its beautiful isnâ??t it? This was last year at her 50th. Me: she was always so happy. Dad: i bet shes up there now smiling down..especially because we are using this picture. She always loved it (smiling) Me: (smiling) well why wouldnâ??t she, she looks about 30 in it Dad: shell always look beautiful to me...well we better leave for the church..your mother would hate to be late (smiling and kissing the coffin) i love you and always will.. He walks back out to the kitchen were the Jacksons and my family are. I stand at the coffin and put my hand on it. Me: i cant believe it Mam. Im gonna miss you so much..(a tear rolls down my cheek) I kiss the coffin and Michael walks in. He stands at the door waiting for me to have a moment to myself. Me: i will never forget you. You were the best mother i could ever ask for. Say hi to nanny and granddad for me. I turn around and Michael slowly walks up to me and i fall into his arms crying. He hugs me and rubs my back. My sister walks in and he passes me to her after kissing my forehead because its time for him to do his job and help carry the coffin. Me and my sister stand outside in my fatherâ??s arms as the men carry out the coffin into the heurse. They put it in the back and put the flowers on top of it. We all get into our cars and because of catholic tradition Michael isnâ??t with me. My father, my sister, my brothers and me are in the car behind the heurse and Michael, his family and extended family follow behind. We have a police escort because of media and just the shire size of the precession. We get into the church and the mass starts. Again Michael isnâ??t sitting with me because it is for immediate family but he is sitting directly behind me and often puts his hands on my back and shoulders when i cry. Him and his brothers sing â??ill be thereâ? near the start and at the end it is time for Michael to sing â??smileâ?. Everybody in the church is left in tears after it because his voice is so beautiful and he sings with such passion. We leave the church and reach the cemetery. Michael is finally beside me and he holds me tight as the priest says his final words. Just before the coffin is lowered into the grave Michael surprises me with another song that him and my father organised together. It was â??gone too soonâ?. As Michael ended the song a tear rolled down his cheek and his voice trembled. He held me tight again and i kissed him on the cheek as a thank you. We were all given roses to throw in at the end. The coffin was lowered into the ground and everybody started leaving to go back to our house for drinks and food. But i just stood there grasping my flower staring in the grave with tears rolling down my cheeks. Michael was still holding me tight with one arm and he threw his flower in. My father walks up but Michael just gives him a nod as in to say ill take care of her. My father turns around and waits at the car with my brothers and sister. We stayed silent for 5 minutes, Michael new it was a time just not to say anything. I kissed my flower and threw it in the grave. I stood for another minute and said â??i love youâ? and turned around. Michael took my hand and we got back in the car. Michael stayed with me this time. We left for our house and i stayed silent the whole way. My family were thanking and complementing Michael for his beautiful performance. We finally reached the house and it was surrounded by hundreds of media people. They were almost jumping at our car just to get a glimpse of Michael but we got in safe into the house. i went into the kitchen were there were many close friends and family. Everybody seemed in high spirits again. Even i cheered up. Time flew fast and so did the drinks. I was drinking wine and so was Michael. we soon got tired and it was 1.30am so we decided to go to bed. I cuddled into him and soon fell asleep. I felt better knowing that the hard days were over, but i thought to soon. To be continued. Im sorry guys im really trying to make it exciting but when i read back over it, its just always boring lol.
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