The Blind Billionaire

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The funeral

Everyone came. Allesandro had Lisa's family come to his private jet. His family and their friends everyone. Sadly this is the day of Lisa's funeral. Minutes later three limousines arrive at the mansion. Everyone steps in the limousines. Allesandro and Sophia have the triplets with them. Allesandro dread this day. He wishes Lisa was here with him and the boys. How will he raise them without her. How must he continue without her. He never thought he will love someone as much as he loves Lisa. She was his sunshine during the stormy dark days in his life. She's the reason he wakes up every morning but now it all seems impossible without her by his side.

The family arrive at the funeral location where the funeral would take place. The atmosphere not only look gloomy but feels gloomy. Everywhere he looks there's no smiles. "I hate this. Why did she have to die?" Allesandro tough as he went to sit in front. The flowers are white lilies as this was Lisa's favorite. Allesandro re position him in the uncomfortable seats. The moment he looks up he notices the coffin in front of him. The coffin is open so that he can see his wife one last time. But that's something he doesn't really want to do. On each side of the coffin stand large white candles. Above the coffin is a photo of Lisa. Allesandro looks down to his children. They don't even know what's happening all three sleeping peacefully.

The pastor begins the ceremonie.
"Psalm 23 says: “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever”.

My name is John Sinclair, and I am one of the pastors at St Maria. On behalf of the family, I would like to welcome you as we have gathered here together today to remember Lisa Mancini.

Allesandro tune out he can't do this. Lisa's not dead. She can't be! She needs to wake up. Allesandro register when he hears the pastor say. "Lets pray".

"Father God, help us to know that no matter what you love us. Help us all walk through this difficult time in the valley of the shadow of death. Help us to be aware of your presence here with us today and every day. In the silence of this hour speak to us of eternal things, that through your love and the comfort of the Scriptures we may have hope, and be lifted above our darkness and distress into the light and peace of your presence. We ask this all in the name of your son, Jesus. Amen"
"Lets all sing Kumbaya my Lord."

Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbayah

Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya.

Family and friend give their testimony. Allesandro stands up and walk to the front. He looks at the coffin.
"When I try to take a break
and relax in my busy life,
my heart, it does ache,
and all I think is how I miss my wife.

It hurts me so bad,
all this pain inside,
thinking of the love we had
and the tears I have cried.

I think of the places that we went to,
how I love you with all my heart
and all the things we didn't get to do,
but most of all how we have been torn apart.

I miss you so
and love you still.
I did not want to let you go,
but I tell myself it was God's will.

Every day I see things you've done.
It is lonely without you here.
I try to be strong for our wonderful son's
but all I can do is drink another beer". Allesandro cries as he reads the poem.

Everyone left to the grave yard where Lisa will be laid to rest. Everyone at the service was inconsolable, quite sobs could be heard here and there.
The pastor stands in front of the coffin. "Give him, o Lord, your peace and let your eternal + light shine upon him. Amen."
"Let us go in the peace of the Lord".
Everyone cries as the coffin slowly go down with Donna Taggart's Jealous of the angels plays.

I didn't know today would be our last
Or that I'd have to say goodbye to you so fast
I'm so numb, I can't feel anymore
Prayin' you'd just walk back through that door

And tell me that I was only dreamin'
You're not really gone as long as I believe

There will be another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight

You always made my troubles feel so small
And you were always there to catch me when I'd fall
In a world where heroes come and go
Well God just took the only one I know
So I'll hold you as close as I can
Longing for the day, when I see your face again
But until then

God must need another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight

Singin' hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight.

After the funeral everyone left leaving Allesandro alone at the grave side. "I've never loved anyone like you baby, you are my life, my morning sun and the light that brightens my night. No one can replace you. In my heart your name is engraved.

All I want is you. I want to be where you are. To me you are not dead but alive. Thought every breath that I take I can feel it my love.
I see you every time I look at our son's. I still want a daughter that looks exactly like you. I'm not going to let go, I'm not ready to let go and I know that this is not the end.

Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you helps me sleep. And being with you keeps me alive. What do I have now? Do you miss me like I miss you? I miss you so much its killing me Lisa. The wound is still raw and fresh. When someone asks what I love most about life? I'll say you.
I love you, always will till my last breath baby.

It starts pouring and Allesandro quicken his pace as the clouds begin to gather in the sky. Up until now the sky was beautiful blue. The blue sky was turning gravel gray. Soon he finds shelter under a big tree. Its raining intense. It looks like the angels are crying on this sad day. Allesandro thinks back when he first met Lisa. When she first told him she loves him. Their wedding, the birth of their beautiful sons. He looks at the graveside one last time. Turn on his heels and left.

Somewhere far from Italy...
"Miss, miss can you hear me?" What is your name?" A woman in white ask.
"Her name is Annabelle Jackson like I told you." A guy she never seen before or maybe don't remember tells the nurse. Why can't she remember her name........
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