Strangers in black coats, black hats, black shoes, their faces blurry and unfamiliar, pass in front of me as they enter the funeral home. The silence of the morning is interrupted only by the rain, and an occasional sniff or sob of a family member or friend. But not from me, I cry quietly, discreetly, carrying my grief deep inside of me.
Strangers in black coats, black hats, black shoes, their faces blurry and unfamiliar, pass in front of me as they enter the funeral home. The silence of the morning is interrupted only by the rain, and an occasional sniff or sob of a family member or friend. But not from me, I cry quietly, discreetly, carrying my grief deep inside of me.