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It's too hot outside for a funeral.People are sweating,and tugging on their collars,and fanning themselves with their hands.I don't know who would pla..
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Will is standing next to me.He's not crying either.But he's a boyso it's not as bad.He won't stop pullingon the cuffs of his suit jacket.I know he wan..
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The funeral feels endless.It goes onand onand onand on.It's almost unbearable.If Will wasn't here,squeezing my hand,telling me over and over again"It'..
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When the service endsI feel nothingbut r e l i e f.For three weeks I had been dreading the funeral.I couldn't even imaginewatching her getting buried...
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I get more nervousand I start shakingas I get closer and closerto the front of the line.Will gently nudges me forwardand makes sure I keep moving.He h..
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Jordan is next to his father. I see him next. It's been a while since I've seen him because he's been at college.Jordan looks different. His hair is l..
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Will drives me home.He usually drives me places these days,in his big, boyish, blue pickup truck,because my car is still being repaired.Even if I had ..
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I look upand I force myselfto look out the windshield.I try to focus on anything but the treesand the other carsturning into colorful blurs around us...
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When we get to my house,Will doesn't stop.He keeps goingand pulls in front of a nice housewith blue walls,white shutters,rose bushes,and a porch swing..
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Will turns off the truckand we sit in silence for a few moments.Then he unbucklesand looks at me."Let's go inside.It's hot."But I just sit therein the..
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