The goodbye.

In the depths of darkness, people surrounded her. 

They asked so many questions. 

They gave advice.

 

Advice.  

 

I watched. 

I listened. 

I was her body guard.

 

I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye. 

I couldn’t imagine how she was going to.

 

We clasped hands as the Minister spoke.

We clasped hands as others spoke. 

We clasped hands as my letters were read. 

We clasped hands throughout the slide show.

 

At the cemetery, family and friends surrounded us.

They watched as her child was laid to rest.

They watched as we clasped hands, then bodies, and cried from the soul.

 

Strangely, the sun shone.

The wind blew.

Even the birds sang... amongst our gut wrenching sorrow.