I felt the wet crawling down my cheeks from under my sunglasses as I moved my eyes back to the casket.
The last time I let loose that kind of emotion was decades ago. Fortunately, when they spilled over, they were silent. On this thought, I felt them coming and I couldn’t stop them. Outside of Henry, she was the only person I had. That didn’t mean I wanted her to be gone. I knew it was coming, seeing as she was ninety-three. Gran, my Gran, the Gran whose body was in that casket. I wanted to rise up from my chair, snatch the words from the air and shove them down his throat.
My mouth filled with saliva when I heard these words, my eyes-shaded by both sunglasses and a big black hat-moving from the shining casket covered in a massive spray of deep red roses to the preacher standing at its side.
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