Not a single person came, no family grieved you you died years before, no friends no one. As I stand in in the wind from the prairie fields sweet canola blooms. I waited there with you and my heart hurt. it felt only respectful to say a small blessing for you I placed your cross on your neck after embalming and dressing you, I know at one time that tarnished dirty cross meant something to you. Our father thou art in heaven.. As I say your final rights I bend down flipped the lever, your simple cloth casket slowly lowers.. Tick tick tick.. As you. Hit the bottom I stared down at you for a bit. I knew then I wanted a family despite my fears.. My worries of being that curse. the backhoe beeps in and begins to tuck you in with a forever blanket of dirt. Farewell may you find peace.