Overcast skies turned rainy as we left the church. The cooler weather, at last feeling like fall, seemed appropriate for laying loved ones to rest.
Ryan preferred the season. He called it the Goldilocks time of year. It wasn’t too hot or too cold. He said it was just right. I was trying my best to hold on to those happy frivolous memories, but it was hard. Damn hard.
The processional to the cemetery was short and too quiet. Despite my mother-in-law’s objections, she rode in the limo with Mom. Since Josh refused to leave my side, we took his truck to the site. He continued glancing at me, probably wondering if I was okay. I was as good as I would be. If I said anything, I’d shed more tears, and I was so done with crying.
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