Renee More
Joined November 2021
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The Funeral
It’s cold and windy today and I really don’t have the time for this. My father looks like death as he lay in his casket, whatever death is supposed to look like. His face is so white. His hair looks askew, regardless of the poor attempt to tame it by combing it back. I hate wearing high heels and where the hell is my sister? The lines on his face look like deep valleys crammed with years of tough living. Embedded in there so deep I can’t see where the lines end and where his face begins. His fingers are crippled, and his body is frail. I don’t want to touch him, but I do.
By Renee More2 years ago in Families