Continuing on at the funeral from last week….
As we stood there for what seemed an hour, a distant older cousin walked up and stood next to my sister. Speaking softly, “I hope you girls will be ok. Your mother loved you girls so much. She spoke very highly of you two all the time.” The words just did not sound sincere anymore. “I know how hard it must be to lose your mother at such a young age, but God will see you through this trial. Bye girls. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call.”
She walked away. My sister or I did not acknowledge her at all. How could she possibly know what really went on in our house? Was she there to hear the screaming and yelling that took place?
Stay tune next week, when you’ll hear me yell…”bring on the diet!”