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across the muddy plot where, at the front, your lifeless body rested in a white casket trimmed with gold and adorned with pink flowers. I’m pretty sure it rained that day, yet somehow the sky was the most brilliant shade of grey, like you were trying to shine through and remind all of us that you were still there.
The one thing that I can still picture, though, is your one-year-old daughter in a pink and white dress which stood out among the black and grey, leaning over in her father, your husband’s, arms to drop a flower onto the place where you lay, not knowing that it was her mommy in there.