The bright sunshine, coming through the light curtains, woke us up the next morning, on what I thought might be my last morning there, Emmy and I got cleaned up, put our dark clothes back on, fixed and ate breakfast, and made our way out to the funeral home.
Today was Emmy’s husband’s funeral. I knew she wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but she knew she had to. But, who would she say it to? To Jimmy? To Elmer? Only she had those thoughts and I wasn’t about to pry.
I hadn’t noticed how beautiful the day was the day I drove here, but today, I noticed. It was warm, a slight breeze, and the birds were singing their outdoor choir songs to us. We drove to the funeral home wit...
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