Interment

Funeral. A young man died in his sleep he was 49 years old, with my aged eyes he was boy too young to die. I don’t know the medical reason for his early demise, think it has to do with burst blood vessel in the brain. I went to his funeral last Sunday it was a sunny noon and thought at least heavens could have cried. I didn’t know him, but had hoped to meet his sister, whom I adore, telling how sorry I was for her loss; but the whole family was there in common grief, I wouldn’t intrude in their unhappiness. I spoke to a friend of hers and asked her to extend my concern, I wanted her to know that I had been there to show respect and that I cared. But could not escape the gnaw of guilt in my heart, hadn’t it been for her I might not have attended.