Morgan found herself being very thankful that her family didn’t live in Sunset Valley anymore when the Charms gathered around the grave of Miraj Charm to say their goodbyes. People in Willow Creek knew that the Charms were famous and wealthy but no one cared enough about it to stalk the funeral. No media outlets were clamoring at the gates to try and snap a high quality picture of the grieving family’s tears to splash all over the front page the next morning. The funeral of Miraj Charm was a very quiet, intimate affair with only close family members present and that was how Morgan wanted it to be.
No one spoke for a long time. Everyone just stood quietly by the patch of dirt that used to be their father and grandfather, crying out their grief. Everyone except William, who just stood there with his arms crossed wearing a rock hard expression.
“Does anyone want to say something?” Savannah finally asked softly, looking around at her grieving family while she dabbed at her own tears. “I don’t really know what to say except I love him and I miss him and I wish he was still here with us,” she hung her head and wept. Morgan held her, crying just as much.
“Yeah I want to say something,” William scowled. He rounded on his younger brother. “I hope you know it should be you in that grave instead of Dad!” he spat. “I wish you were dead instead of him!”
“WILL!” Savannah and Morgan both burst out in shocked outrage at the same time.
“What?! I’m only telling the truth!” he shouted at them before returning his attention to Johnathon. “You ruined all our lives by being born in the first place and now Dad’s dead because you’re a selfish spoiled little brat who just HAD to have waffles that morning!”
“I– I’m s-sorry… I didn’t m-mean to–” Johnathon stammered in a small voice while his blue eyes filled with tears of guilt.
“He died making waffles for you because you begged him to and if you had listened to him when he told you to eat a bowl of cereal instead, he’d still be alive! I hate you! You’re a curse on this family who should never have been born!” William yelled at him. He would have kept hurling hatred at his brother if Savannah hadn’t roughly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, looking even more furious than him.
“You shut your filthy mouth before I force it shut for you!” she growled. “How dare you insult your own father’s memory at his funeral by saying such horrible things to an innocent little boy?! Johnny was your dad’s son too and he loved him!”
“He loved me, too!” William angrily protested.
“Yeah and I don’t know why!” Savannah retorted.
“That’s enough! All of you!” Morgan shouted louder than either of them, which surprised everyone. Morgan was usually so quiet because she went out of her way to be. She was always worried about accidentally talking too loud and drawing attention to her deafness. “Savannah, let go of him. The children don’t need to see a fist fight break out over Dad’s grave of all places. Will, she’s right. I know you’re hurt and angry, but that gives you no right to blame Johnny for all your pain. For once in your life, think about someone other than yourself. Maybe then it’ll occur to you that we’re all in just as much pain as you are, including Johnny.”
“Mommy?” Madeline asked timidly, wiping her eyes with one hand and tugging on Morgan’s skirt with the other hand. “Can we go home now? I don’t like it here.” Morgan knelt down and hugged her daughter.
“Sure sweetie. I think we’ve all said quite enough here, anyway.”