The sky was crying but the mournfull people dressed in black weren't. The look on their faces grim, black, lifeless, as if the happiness went extinct.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Bernice Arrowood" The man at the pulpit said, his sweaty hands clutching to the handkerchief in his coat pocket.
I made my way up to the gorgeous peach colored casket and peered inside. My small hand rose, and traced the outline of her face, and took her cold stiff hand in my living one, "I miss you too much" I said with a heavy sigh, my voice choked by tears, to afraid to let them fall from my face.
"Hannah," Said my father as he approached me, laying his hand on my shoulder, "It's okay to cry, you know."
I stood silent for a while, admiring the smile that was still firmly planted on her face, "She..she wouldn't like that" I said finally, leaning down to kiss her sweet, wrinkled cheek.
My dad smiled, his eyes red from weeping, and he led me back to our seats in the lengthy red pews, allowing the man to continue his speech.
"I love you.." I said to myself, looking up, hoping maybe she'd be looking back at me.
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