At least Hiram’s cemetery plot was high enough so that it wouldn’t flood out the few mourners, but getting to the tent would entail a slog from the winding road up the muddy hill. Great. I wear a dress and heels so seldom that I felt as though I were playing dress up in my mother’s clothes. I had absolutely refused to wear a hat, and I don’t own an umbrella. With luck I wouldn’t break my ankle and wind up in the emergency room. The weather was cold enough so that I wore my black blazer over my black dress. The umbrella Peggy held over her head was big enough for both of us. I turned the heater on full blast as we backed out of her driveway and headed for the cemetery. The rain had turned the weather chill as well as soggy, but my shivers weren’t due to the outside temperature as much as my own internal shakiness. Friends have warned me that burying a parent is breaking one of life’s ultimate connections. What possessed me to spend so much time and energy keeping him out of my life?
What do You think about TheCart Before The Corpse?
