Yesterday came and went.
The sun was shining and the day was warm and beautiful-just how Bro loved it.
11.30 on the dot-the hearse, slowly descended down the road as we stood on the side of the pavement staring, sombre and pensive. The blackness of his carriage glistened gloriously in the sunlight.
Bro was an avid gardener and we chose a wicker casket for him to be laid to rest in which seemed more loving than a sealed box.
We all knew how he hated being stuck indoors on wet and rainy days or when his physical body fought against him, denying his escape.
A wicker casket allows the light to come in.
I was 13 the last time a hearse arrived to take away a piece of my heart.
Over 54 years of being a resident in this street and only one neighbor stood by, to pay her respects.
Number 13 still standing there in the background-that house, all those memories, so much sadness entwined within it’s walls.
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