“I want to give her one last ride.”
Yolanda Taylor choked out the words and Dika Rothstein nodded.
He hadn’t had her cremated right away because he’d wanted to wait until Yolanda Taylor had calmed down before telling her.
It was her mom, after all, and he had no business depriving her of even seeing her mom one last time.
“Are you okay with that?”
Yolanda Taylor wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked up at him and nodded, “Yes.”
She said, getting out of bed, “Just for today, she’s been lying in that morgue long enough.”
With that said, Yolanda Taylor went into the bathroom to wash up.
Dika Rothstein looked at her and said nothing after all, calling for the driver to be waiting downstairs.
After breakfast, Dika Rothstein took Yolanda Taylor to the hospital to collect Petra’s body.
Originally, corpses weren’t allowed to be stored for that many days, it was just that he’d spent some money on the favor, so he’d made an exception for a few extra days.
The white cloth was lifted and Petra’s face was so gruesome that it was unrecognizable from her life.
Dika Rothstein kept looking at Yolanda Taylor, afraid that she would not be able to bear it, but she was calm, except for the moment when the white cloth was lifted, the person froze for a moment, and then there was no more emotional fluctuation.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t say anything and didn’t move, she just stared at Petra’s face that had been crushed to the point of not being able to see its original appearance.
It was about two minutes before she spoke, “Go to the funeral home.”
She said, turning and walking out the door.
Dika Rothstein watched her back and frowned.
Yolanda Taylor’s reaction was calmer than he’d expected, yet it was calmer yet more breathtaking than last night’s hysteria.
He ordered the bodies out, then lifted his leg to catch up with Yolanda Taylor, “You-”
“I’m fine.”
She kept her head down and took one step at a time, and aside from her slumped back and somewhat pale face, there really didn’t seem to be anything wrong.
Dika Rothstein has never been one to comfort, and with Yolanda Taylor herself saying she’s fine, he can’t even say the simplest of consolations.
Dika Rothstein had asked her assistant to arrange for a funeral home car before she arrived, and they had just gone out when Petra was already being carried to the funeral home car.
Yolanda Taylor glanced at the car, “Let’s go over there too.”
She couldn’t hear any semblance of emotional turmoil in her words as she said it.
Dika Rothstein nodded and helped her pull open the car door.
The ride was quiet inside the car.
Yolanda Taylor inclined her head to look out the window of the car, and Dika Rothstein wanted to say something, but in the end, she did not say anything.
However, thirty minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of the funeral parlor.
The driver stopped the car, Yolanda Taylor inclined her head to look at him.
Dika Rothstein only felt as if his heart had been hit by something, Yolanda Taylor looked like this, he was not much better.
He followed her out of the car, and the two of them made their way to the cremation window.
At this point, there are not many people cremated, they waited not long, the funeral home people let Yolanda Taylor over to see Petra for the last time.
Petra’s face has been organized by the mortician, much better than before, but still can not see the original appearance.
Yolanda Taylor stood there in a daze for a while, but in a few seconds, she closed her eyes, “Alright, cremation.”
She finished, turned and walked out.
Dika Rothstein just inclined her head over to see a tear slip down from the corner of her eye.
“Don’t be too sad, Auntie would have wanted you to be happy.”
With that, he handed over a tissue.
Yolanda Taylor reached out and took it, “Thank you.”
She wiped her tears and sat on that iron bench looking ahead, no words or movements, just a pair of eyes, without any focus.
The cremation took about forty minutes, and at eleven twenty, the staff inside called Yolanda Taylor to go in and pick out the bones.
Yolanda Taylor glanced at Dika Rothstein, turned and walked inside.
Petra was all but a skeleton, and Yolanda Taylor suddenly shook as she watched the staff put her bones into the urn.
Dika Rothstein reached out and helped her, “Is it hard?”
She didn’t say anything, but he knew that it must be hard for her.
“Just lean on my shoulder if it’s hard.”
Yolanda Taylor drew a deep breath, she didn’t cry again, only her eyes had gone a deep red.
Finally sealing the cylinder, she couldn’t help but open her mouth and bite Dika Rothstein on the shoulder, hugging him the whole time.
“There.”
The staff sealed the jar, and Dika Rothstein raised her hand to be held, but she didn’t want Yolanda Taylor to raise her hand to wipe her tears and reach over to catch the urn, “I’ll do it.”
This is her mom, she is gone, naturally she should personally send.
Yolanda Taylor carried the urn out of the funeral home, and Dika Rothstein asked her when she planned to be buried.
She pursed her lips, “Is there a cemetery now?”
Petra had been dead for so many days, there was no point in stopping the spirit now, she just wanted her in the ground.
“There is, I’ll tell someone to go over there, we’ll go over there now.”
“Thanks.”
She huffed, her voice already raspy and slurred from the difficulty.
“Don’t talk if you don’t want to.”
Dika Rothstein couldn’t help but listen.
Yolanda Taylor looked at him and smiled, “I’m fine.”
Dika Rothstein couldn’t help but frown at her smile that was worse than crying.
The two headed out of the funeral home and headed for the cemetery, it was after eleven, but Dika Rothstein didn’t mention anything about lunch.
Dika Rothstein had already asked someone to buy a good grave and set up a monument, Yolanda Taylor listened to the directions of the person who did the burial, numbly put the urn down, and numbly grabbed a handful of soil and sprinkled it down.
The whole process of burial lasted half an hour, and once the monument was erected, all was done.
The others had already left, and Dika Rothstein and Yolanda Taylor were the only ones left.
Yolanda Taylor stood looking at the tombstone for a while, until her whole body was numb with cold, then she inclined her head to Dika Rothstein and said, “I’m hungry.”
“Let’s go to lunch.”
Yolanda Taylor nodded and followed him out of the cemetery.
It was after one o’clock by this time, and Dika Rothstein knew she was in a bad mood, so she didn’t plan to take her out to eat anything, only choosing a restaurant where she didn’t have to wait for a table.
I just didn’t expect to run into Gwen Fox here.
Seeing Gwen Fox, Dika Rothstein subconsciously looked at Yolanda Taylor.
However, she only looked at Gwen Fox lightly, and then went into the private room.
Not far away, Gwen Fox looked at Yolanda Taylor’s back and rarely frowned.
At this time, the secretary inside the box came out to call him, and only then did Gwen Fox retract his line of sight and follow the people into the box.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t have much of an appetite, she just casually ate something and then stopped her chopsticks.
Dika Rothstein didn’t say anything on such a special day.
It was a depressing and quiet lunch, and when they went back, Yolanda Taylor slept the whole afternoon, and when she woke up, it was already dark.
Yolanda Taylor sat up from her bed and kept the window open.
It was then that the door to her room suddenly slammed before she moved, inclining her head to look at that doorway, “Come in.”