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.


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