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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