We stood in the mist and the rain.
The sun did not shine.
The priest made a cross of dirt on the casket.
And when the final words were pronounced,
The words of faith and promise of eternal rest,
The Sun Broke Through.
It somehow seemed appropriate.
We had tears, but they were mostly for ourselves. She is at peace. She rests beside her husband, the one she missed so much.
And tomorrow, after church, there will be no visit to her room to tell her about the music, or the sermon, or the latest funny shenanigans from our cat.
And we will mourn our loss and celebrate her great gain.
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